I am trying to keep with my ‘Meatless Mondays’ promise, so I picked up some fresh spaghetti to make Cacio E Pepe.  I already had some really good imported Parmigianno-Regianno, so probably not the *authentic* Roman dish of my dreams, but I didn’t feel like buying a big hunk of Pecorino Romano.  It was delicious anyway.  Syd started digging up some clumps of pepper and cheese that were stuck to the bottom of the bowl and I realized my small mistake.  I told them I had tossed the pasta in a cold bowl.  I should have done that in the hot pot.  I wasn’t trying to rhyme, but once I got the second sentence out we had a hard time doing anything but laughing.  I’m usually only funny when I’m not trying to be.  It’s just a bunch of silliness I’m writing about tonight, but I’m still recovering from my long week in Cleveland, and then a weekend of doing almost nothing.