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Heat a pot of water to a boil. Add spaghetti and salt the water. Cook to al dente or with a bite to it.
Heat a deep skillet over medium-high heat. Add extra-virgin olive oil and bacon. Brown and crisp bacon, 5 minutes, remove with a slotted spoon. Drain off a little excess fat if necessary. Leave just enough to coat the bottom of the skillet. Add beef and crumble it as it browns, 3 to 4 minutes. Add onions, garlic and stir into meat. Season the meat with hot sauce and cayenne pepper. Add crumbled bacon to mix. Cook 5 to 6 minutes more then stir in tomatoes and tomato sauce.
Serve with spaghetti. Adjust seasonings and serve up pasta in shallow bowls. Grate some cheese over the pasta and sprinkle with scallions. Garnish with crisp bacon
----------------------------------------If I have my dates correct, I haven't had a drop of soda of any sort in almost 4 weeks. I haven't honestly noticed any difference. I haven't lost weight or seen a big upswing in my mood or anything. But that's ok. I know it's not good for me so I'll keep keep up the no-soda for a while still. I do miss it a bit though.
And now for something completely different: A reminder to all that Dollhouse begins this Friday on Fox at 8pm (Central).
I received this message on the blog, but it obviously fits no known topic. The author is something of a mystery: "R. Crutch," no city, no e-mail. But I felt it necessary to share with you. RE
From R. Crutch:
Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels.
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them breaks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.
There can be only one.


Yesterday I got a sub from Subway. Soon after I began feeling unwell. So immediately the hypochondriac in me thought of the most recent incarnation of the salmonella scare involving (now) jalapenos. Anyway, I went home and took a "nap" for a couple hours. Of course this caused me to not sleep very well; I woke up a half dozen times, at least. So now I'm tired.