Tilly Bud. Could there be a more enviable and romantic name? I die a little each time I see it. My own speaks of practicality: Cindy Taylor. Now, doesn’t that just sound like a woman who’d always have a safety pin in her purse, along with an Elastoplast for emergencies?
No, Tilly Bud is ink right out of Marian Keyes’ pen; she is floral and sunny and sexy.
Go and witness her post about discovering which searches lead people to her blog, you will understand immediately what I mean. (You’ll also discover a fabulous and addictive blog!)
Witness, as a contrast, my blog’s search results:
savory tart delia smith
long-marinade for lamb shanks
coq au vin on stove
image blue food
streamed salad prawn
exaggeration with the word happy (!!!)
pictures of burglar bars … (You may stop yawning now)
No, again, our Tilly has gems like Tent suppliers in marriages.
It has come to me that I need to inject a little sauce into my posts. As my beloved friend, granny1947, said the other day, some naughty words may get me lots of traffic.
So here, for starters, is my lunch-bowl for today (leftovers from last night). The sauce is called alla puttanesca, which means in the style of the whore!
To paraphrase the New York Times:
Ostensibly a sauce invented and made by prostitutes, it is said that pasta puttanesca was designed to lure customers with its aroma (RUDE!). Other explanations have more appeal to the minimalist cook: that the prostitutes were too busy (hahaha HAVING NINKY-NONKY WITH PAYING CHAPS!) to cook much, or that they had no storage for fresh ingredients and cooked entirely from the pantry. My favorite legend has it that it was a favorite not of prostitutes, but of women who wanted to serve a quick meal (OH YES, WE KNOW YOU MEAN TO SAY THEY WERE HAVING RUMPY-PUMPY!!!) at home in order to move on to other things. Whatever the origin, no better wintertime pasta sauce has come down to us.
Have I shocked everyone?
No matter, let me know if you want the recipe. *lewd wink*