Yesterday, hundreds of thousands of babies were born. Almost all of them were regular, kind of cute but mainly weird-looking babies, and one of them was a royal baby. This royal baby comes from a long line of royal babies- his father was a royal baby, and his father was a royal baby, and his mother was a royal baby (#girlpower), and so on and so on for like a thousand years.
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This is a difficult post to write. I have had it in my mind to do a sort of “Throwback Thursday” Italian feast homage to The Sopranos for a while now, because I feel it is one of the shows that stands out most as the embodiment of what this blog is all about- food creations inspired by entertainment. In my mind, my love of Italian food is directly linked with my love of The Sopranos.
That might seem like an strange statement, but it’s true. During the show’s final season, Sunday family dinners in our household were transported to the couch, regularly with a big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs or baked ziti. You see, when these gangsters weren’t blowing people’s brains out, hanging out at the strip club, having sex with their gumars, or pushing drugs, they were at home. With their families. Eating. And they made you want to eat like them.
America, our royalty is under attack from within. Earlier this month, their highness Beyoncé & Jay Z decided to celebrate the 5th year anniversary of God proving his eternal love for us through their union by going on nice, relaxing vacation. No big deal, right?
Wrong. That trip happened to be to Havana, Cuba, which apparently is like illegal or something. For those of you who haven’t kept up with the news for the past 53 years, the United States has this embargo against Cuba, meaning our citizens are forbidden from travelling there due to our disagreements with their oppressive Communist government.