Dirty, rotten scoundrels (and chorizo calabresi)

The kids are leaving today. They’re going on a road trip with Husband to visit their grandparents and cousins. Normally, I would accompany them on such familial excursions. But not this time. In fact, never again.

The eldest wanted to know why I couldn’t come too … in a separate car.

Sigh.

Fark divorce sucks.

So last night we cuddled up together to watch a movie, eat pasta and giggle a lot.

We spent a god-awful amount of time trawling through iTunes looking for a suitable flick. For some insane reason iTunes thinks it doesn’t need to offer any of the original ’80s movies – my viewing material of choice – just their dodgy sequels.

Finally we stumbled upon Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. When I was far less wrinkled, I classified Dirty Rotten Scoundrels as one of the funniest movies ever, alongside Life of Brian and A Fish Called Wanda.

Ruprecht with the cork on the fork … crying …

The kids thought Dirty Rotten Scoundrels was oh-kay until Ruprecht came along. Then they were crying too.

They particularly liked the bit where he said:

[Sitting at the dinner table]

Freddy Benson: Excuse me. May I go to the bathroom first?

Lawrence Jamieson: Of course you may.

Freddy Benson: [after a pause, and with relief] Thank you.

While we laughed at Ruprecht we ate chorizo calabresi. Here’s the recipe

Recipe: Chorizo, olive and rocket pasta

500g pasta of choice (we used calabresi)

1 onion, minced

2 garlic cloves, minced

1 tsp chilli flakes (optional)

200g sliced chorizo

12 pitted green olives, sliced

3/4 cup cream

1 egg

50g rocket leaves

parmesan to serve

METHOD: Boil pasta until al dente. Drain. In the meantime, saute onion, garlic, chilli (0mit chilli for fuss budgets and just toss through at the end after serving their portion) and chorizo in olive oil in a heavy based frying pan. Toss pasta with chorizo mixture. Beat egg and cream together and add to the pan. If serving to fuss-budgets, scoop their serve out now. For non-fuss-budgets, add olives and rocket. Toss to combine. Sprinkle with parmesan. Serve.

Song of the day: Berlin “Sex (I’m a man)”

Mainly because – and it’s a long relevance bow – so many different personas can be secretly hiding inside someone. Beware, very rude lyrics.

You might also like the eight minute version … Do it, do it, do it …