…neither one of us wanted to go out, so I had to punt on dinner. Luckily, I had tomatoes, anchovies, capers and garlic on hand, so of course "puttanesca" popped up in my head. My Sweetie had baked a loaf of Italian bread, so it made sense. I cooked it up — red pepper flakes are absolutely critical in a puttanesca sauce, IMHO — added some wonderful old vine Zinfandel from Ravenswood (loved visiting that vineyard!!!) that I opened,threw in she shrimp and served it all over rice. Would have been better with kalamata olives, but hey, you go with what you got.
I had an interesting lesson in concealed carry yesterday. It was a grey, yeechy day, but we decided to take the Newt-ster on a new trail. We also had a handful of errands to run in Ft. Collins. Because the trail was icy and muddy, my plan was come home, shower and run the errands. Yeah, I know…stupid. My Sweetie correctly pointed out we were half-way to Ft. Collins, so why didn't we just go ahead and run the errands, mud and all? Snap! So we did, including running to the Whole Foods in Ft. Collins…Rivendell to Boulder's Caras Galadhon as the center of Hippie-dom on Earth.
I bring this up because I was wearing my dog-walk gun, the 2.75-inch Redhawk .44 Magnum in the Ted Blocker trail holster. So I threw my shirttail over the cannon, kept my jacket on and did all the errands, including Whole Foods. Nobody broke into hysteria, pointed and ran screaming for the exits. Nobody noticed at all, even though the big Redhawk probably printed on my jacket. It reminded me that CCW is mostly in your head...in general, most people simply don't notice. You could be carrying an S&W .500 Magnum and a Bichon Frise stuffed in your pants and 99% of the people you interact with won't have a clue…unless the Bichon whines a lot.