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( I get home from picking Aaron home from school, and get him a snack, as per usual.  I set out a baggie of cut up fruit, and put a handful of goldfish crackers in front of him.)

Aaron.  (sighs heavily, picking up the baggie of fruit)  Needs before wants.

Me.  What?

Aaron.  You have to put your needs before your wants.  (Shakes baggie at me)  I need these.  (disdainfully) Goldfish are a want.

Me.  I see.

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You know, there's nothing like a five year old for teaching you a major life lesson.  Of course, then he did this:

So I was thinking yesterday about all of the crap we're going to have to move in a couple of months...  (The masons are doing the brick, and they're starting drywall inside, YAY!)  And the one thing that is more daunting than the rest is the fact that we'll have to move my piano.

*sigh*  I should let it go.  

Well, I've tried.  My parents bought it in the early eighties, and we've tried unloading on several people.  My dad even sold it once, but they couldn't get it in the lady's house.  It was too heavy.  I've tried to sell it, tried to give it to several theatres that I've worked for, and still it sits where it has for the last ten years.

Here's the kicker.  I think it's cursed.

I know, I know, f-list, what you're thinking.  Here's Carrie with another one of her weird theories...  but come on, look at this!

I totally ripped this off from The Pioneer Woman Cooks, which is a blog that I love and can be found in the Links list on my journal page.  I made it vegetarian, and then made it my own.  It's pretty image intensive under the cut, y'all.  But there's cream sauce, making it totally worth your time, although not at all dietetic.  It's like cooking with Paula Deen.  

*affects Paula Deen's accent*  Hi, y'all.  Today, we're gonna  make a salad.  First, you take a stick of butter...

No, it's not that bad.  

Yeah, it is.  I'm not going to lie.

Bowtie pasta, cooked and drained
3 tbsp. butter
2 tbsp. olive oil
1/2 onion diced small
4 cloves garlic, minced
tomato paste (yes, Mother, it worked)
1 c. whipping cream
3/4 c chicken broth
1/2 c white wine
1 tbsp parsely
8 leaves fresh basil, chiffonaded
salt and pepper, to taste

(You see, like so many things I cook, the ingredient amounts are fluid.  Nothing's set in stone y'all!  Cook onion and garlic in oil and butter till onion is clear.  Add liquids.  Cook.  Add tomato paste.  Stir.  Cook.  Add cream.  Die a little with pleasure.  Whisk.  Add drained pasta.  Eat.  Enjoy.