Gil‘s away in Cleveland for the evening, so you know what that means — olives and capers (no brussels sprouts, bein’s how it’s summer and all) and LOTR. Yes, I am well and truly living it up with my bad self. So maybe having whore’s pasta to celebrate my alone-time isn’t the most virtuous-sounding meal I could’ve eaten, but boy, do I love olives! And egad, does my husband not!
For more than you ever really wanted to know about pasta puttanesca, check out this Wikipedia entry.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, my D70 owner’s manual and I are needed in Middle Earth.
Living the dream, my friends. Y’all have a good weekend.
recipe after the jump