spicy sausage rigatoni
Last weekend, whereas my folks loved a weekend getaway and Bjork and I went again “home” and watched my siblings aka allow them do no matter they needed (just kidding, mother and dad, juuust kidding), we introduced Sage with us for a bit of weekend adventure. This is certainly one of the various perks of being raised in a dog-loving family: convey the dog! provide her plenty of puppy treats! don’t thoughts the bad breath and mass quantities of shedding! But the factor is, my folks have NULL canine (King Charles Cavalier Spaniels, anyone?) and the boys are simply simply NULL vintage dog-men who do no matter they desire and sleep anywhere they desire and simply stay for the singular aim of naps and hoarding treats. The boys warmly welcomed Sage into the brand new pack, and Sage was like, meh. Whatever, guys. One evening we went to cross opt for up pizza, because, well, what else? It’s small metropolis Minnesota on a Saturday night. And on the method out the door, in a in truth...