Twenty Three

     Today we had to pay for that wonderful day in November where we got a twenty-fifth hour in our day.  Somehow, even though it is only a single hour and we actually sleep through the change, daylight savings always has an outsize effect on an otherwise normal Sunday.   Today we rose "late," ate a late brunch, and struggled through the day -- late.
     Sometime, late in the afternoon, Cy picked out a simple spaghetti and meatballs recipe.  Cyrus assures me there was no Czech horse meat in the meatballs (but Ikea told me the same thing).  The sauce on the meatballs (and spaghetti) was strangely simple and simply strange.  Onions and a can of tomato paste where not so strange, but two cups of milk are not often found in a recipe for spaghetti sauce.

     The sauce, rich, creamy and flavored with the tomatoes, was excellent.   It was an exceedingly simple meal, and an excellent one at that.