It's all about the ingredients

My friend Bobby made dinner here. Well, we both did. He made grilled pork chops and roast potatoes. I made my over-the-top sauerkraut, and pineapple white cake whose only wet ingredient is egg whites. Then we had coffee and layed around listening to assorted playlists and pets.


He wants to write a cookbook. It has only one recipe: spaghetti sauce. The book is mostly about shopping for the ingredients... in Greenwich Village. A couple of items take him as far away as Mott Street or 14th, and lead to danger, history, possibly Philadelphia, and assorted odd diversions. It's based on a true story - his. It’s a great recipe, by the way. A rich Bolognaise sauce. Good with a new cabernet, but then what isn't?