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My Dad’s Famous Spaghetti Recipe!

Happy Holidays Laimewads!

I LOVE this time of year and one of the things I get most excited about is not the Christmas goose, but my Dad’s spaghetti! It was the Laime family tradition that this pot of love be bubbling away all day on Christmas eve, filling our house with the smell of awesome. Then, when we returned home from Christmas eve mass, we’d each get to open one gift from under the tree and enjoy platefuls of my Dad’s delicious spaghetti.

I’m so grateful for this tradition – my sister now makes the spaghetti every Christmas eve and it really makes me feel like my parent’s wonderful spirit is with us through the holidays.

So… here’s the recipe! * Note: my dad usually just made it, no recipe required, but my genius sister has managed to get this down in recipe form and I think she nailed it. It really is unlike any other spaghetti sauce I’ve ever tasted…

Ron Laime’s Spaghetti Sauce:

1 white onion, diced

1 green bell pepper, diced

1 1/2 clove garlic

2 large 28 oz. cans crushed tomatoes

2 bottles of red wine – 1 for cooking, 1 for chef lubrication

herbs – italian seasoning, garlic salt, salt, pepper, basil, oregano

1 1/2 lb beef (optional)

table sugar – to taste, probably 1/3 to 1/2 cup.

olive oil

In a big ass pot, saute pepper and onion in garlic and oil for a few minutes until the onion is translucent. add all the tomatoes and wine and herbs and some of the sugar. Bring to a boil. Turn down to a perky simmer for a 1/2 hour. At this point, you can add the beef – in our house, because I’m veg., my dad would put some of the sauce into a smaller side pot to continue cooking and add the beef to the big ass pot so we had two going. Simmer this mix for a few more hours hopefully – the longer the anticipation the better. Season to taste using the sugar, herbs, and salt/pepper.

** Amendment/update for meat eaters – please see Anna-Marie’s (my sister’s) comment below!

Serve over thick spaghetti, with hot crusty bread and big slabs of butter. Eat yourself into a food coma, but not before you put out milk and cookies for Santa!

Please post your food traditions/recipes in the comments!

xox

elizabeth

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Happy Thanksgiving Laimewads!

Hope you are all having a wonderful Thanksgiving with your loved ones!

Just a few things I’m grateful for:

1. Andy

2. Ruby

3. All the Laimewads!!

4. Roomba (I don’t have one yet but I like knowing that they exist)

5. This new Lame/Totally Guide To Inflection sent to us by the fabulous Mike Cantor!

I haven’t yet figured out how to embed this, but please follow the link and check this super fun widget out. Mike took the different inflections on everyone’s answers to Lame vs. Totally and organized them in this nifty widget. This is one of my favorite parts of podcasting – having our talented, creative listeners send us stuff like this that blows our minds!

Also, if you haven’t seen it already, Mike recently created an amazingly creative, kick ass music video called “Freckle” for Brandon Patton, using NINETEEN THOUSAND velcro dots! Please check it out HERE.

Please let us know if you had fun with the widget in the comments :)

Now go eat PIE!

xoxo

elizabeth

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Today, I Voted With My Vagina

Today is voting day, which is exciting. It is also the first time I voted with my vagina. I figured that guys vote with their dicks all the time. They pick lots of things with their dicks, I figured might as well team up with my ladyfriend for this one.

Turns out it was a great way to vote!

The easy part of voting with your vagina, is choosing who to vote for. There were two candidates. One that is extremely friendly to vaginas. The other one is like, so not nice to vaginas that I have to wonder if he’s just waaay too into dicks to care! But, because my pussy is so upbeat all the time, I’ll keep this positive and share with you the reasons my vagina chose Obama:

1. He’s real easy on the eyes, which, as we all know, are the windows to the vagina.

2. He’s into health care and maternity health care specifically, so that when/if a human baby takes a journey through my vagina, things will be in tip top shape and she won’t be freaking out about not having gotten all prepared and whatnot.

3. He’s into me and my vagina talking things out about birth control, so if we decided we didn’t want a human baby to take the journey at that specific time in our life together, we could decide that for ourselves and not feel all weird about it.

4. Like Obama, my vagina is such a sweetheart, she really cares about future vaginas. And dicks for that matter. And she knows that maybe some of those future vaginas and dicks might have a life path that, while just as valid as others’ paths, won’t have them working in tall shiny office buildings and then going home to their mansions at night. My vagina will feel better knowing that all of those future vaginas are being looked out for, that they’re environment is a priority and that their health matters. My vagina is cool like that.

5. Obama is into me and my vagina getting the same wages for the same work that those dicks get. Which is great, because my vagina sometimes feels guilty about keeping me from things just because we got paired up instead of me getting paired up with a big ole dick. I say big ole, because I got such a stellar vagina that I can only assume I’d be well endowed if I’d gotten a dick. But we’ll never really know.

So there ya have it. I wasn’t a hard choice, bringing my vagina and me into the polling station together. She’s the best! The hardest part of voting with my vagina was the physical act of voting with my vagina. It wasn’t as easy as it probably would have been if I’d been voting with a long, narrow, pointy thing, like say, a dick, but you know what? My vagina is SO good at being a badass that we found a way, no problem.

So, thank you vagina. I’m real proud of you.