Got to Take a Rain Check on Pain

Bully for You, Chilly or Me

Or in this case, bolognese for me and Chili for P.  The great gift of soup and stew leftovers is that they only taste better the next day and all you have to do is reheat and put on fresh toppings.  

After the creamy goodness of the chili yesterday, I needed to take a left turn to pasta town.  Instead of finishing the pasta in the sauce, I needed the Midwestern memory feel of buttered noodles undressed to mix in as I desired with each bite of the meaty, mushroom sauce.  Memory comfort food can be a ticket out of a bad feeling day, the winter blahs, or general malaise.