Best dinner of the week was this Pasta Puttanesca.  The week felt tumultously, precariously full.  Mostly full of the normal sorts of midlife, midwestern, middleclass demands that typify a week, but like the big transgressive taste of the Puttanesca sauce there were bits of excessive delight and drama that made the week interesting.   It's funny how something from so far away (Puttanesca Sauce is only one example) can become just the thing to make life right, beautiful and good, no matter how mundane the surrounding context of here (wherever your "here" is) might be.

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