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Recipe: Veggie Spaghetti alla Carbonara

Finally vegetarians can enjoy the wonder that is Spaghetti Carbonara. Just follow these simple instructions:

  • 750 g fresh spaghetti (actually, we find that tagliatelle is much nicer)
  • 300 g finely grated Pecorino Romano cheese
  • 4 eggs yolks
  • 100 ml double cream (you can add a little Baconnaise too)
  • 2 cloves garlic, crushed
  • 4 spring onions, finely chopped
  • 2 tbsp olive oil
  • 3 tsp Peppered Bacon Salt


Bring a large pan of water to the boil, add 1 tbps of oil and the pasta and cook until al dente. Next, whisk together the eggs, cream and Pecorino and season generously with Peppered Bacon Salt. While the pasta is cooking, lightly fry the spring onion and garlic in an oiled pan for 3 minutes. Drain the pasta, and transfer to a large serving bowl. While the pasta is still hot pour in the egg mixture and toss well to combine (the heat from the pasta should be sufficient to cook the egg). Add the garlic and sping onion and toss through the pasta. Season to taste with more Peppered Bacon Salt and serve immediately. The Bacon Salt replaces the need for pancetta and black pepper. Delicious!

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beer and weed rule!!

i'm so stoned and buzzed right now that i found meaning in this..

RAVERS MANIFESTO

Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be. You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You maybe unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. We are not crimiinals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children... We are one massive, global, tribal village that trandescends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One Massive. We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her qomb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, bu to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal. And somwhere around 35 Hz (supposed to be Watz or something) we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits. Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these intitial realisations that each of us was truly born. We continue to pack out bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abondoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night. Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonisitc form. In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilise and secure for us. We seek to relinquish our inhiibitions, and free ourselves from the shackle's and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind. We seek to rewrite the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born. Programming taht tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most conveient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels. Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands. Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them. Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the dis-utopian reality of a world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility, and Respect. Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence. But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given cit, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party. You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end. I am a raver, and this is my manifesto. ------ Anon <input ... >
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Fuck/ Marry/ Kill

Fuck / Marry/ Kill


This is a great game that I am stealing from the Howard Stern Show.


I will list three celebrities and you put them in the Fuck / Marry/ Kill order.
Example:

Pam Anderson, Angelinia Jolie, & Cameron Diaz

Answer: I would Fuck Pam Anderson, Marry Angelina Jolie/ and Kill Cameron Diaz
I mean Charlie’s Angels 2. Someone needs to be killed for that one.

Here is the next group:

Celebrity Men (my wife would like this one)

Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp, Jude Law


Britney Spears/ Pat Benetar/ Madonna


Jessica Simpson/Jessica Alba/Shikira



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