Pasta with Tomato and Basilica Sauce
I don’t know if this happens to you on a regular basis, but I keep finding planks of wood floating in the lake near my house, carved out in the form of the Virgin Mary. What’s more, and I don’t know if it’s just me, but I keep coming back to my crib to find the aforementioned plank glowing brightly and floating in mid air, while my everyone in my neighborhood stands around the house screaming in awe. Meanwhile, I’m just trying to eat my beef jerky in the peace and calm of my home. I didn’t ask for all of this attention, especially from a ratty piece of driftwood.
Which brings me to this photo of Claudia, standing in front of Our Lady of the Rosary of Chiquinquirá Basilica in her Whynatte shirt. Claudia took this photo in Venezuela, which is one of the best place on earth to catch the business end of a rusty shiv. Anyway, if you read over the story of this particular miracle, it bears striking resemblance to the shit that keeps happening in my day to day life.
I wonder if Claudia makes her own beef jerky? If so, I sure would like to try some of it:
