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There was little time to cook after getting home. Jen expressed her interest in having a "meaty pasta dish" so I took the soup from the other night, cooked it down, tossed in some blanched broccoli rabe, a little tomato paste, some fusilli, butter, and Parmigiano-Reggiano.
I also made garlic bread with some fresh Italian bread, mashed garlic cloves, salt, pepper, olive oil, and some paprika.
For beer I picked another Christmas gift, this Niagara's Best Premium Blonde Ale from The Syndicate Restaurant & Brewery (formerly Niagara's Best Beer Ltd.) in Niagara Falls, Canada. This beer was unique in that it was one of the least carbonated beers I've ever had. There was no discernible head whatsoever. There was a slight sourness. I'd expected it to be a little sweeter, sort of like that sweet lady on the label. She didn't look sour. She looked like a sweet heartbreaker from the 1940s.
A sweet, cream ale-drinking, Niagara Falls going-over-in-a-barrel, pinup model heartbreaker from the 1940s.