Bada Bing! How good was

Bada Bing!
How good was it to see a friggin' new Soprano's last night? I am so psyched for the new season, but completely depressed because I'm back on my "no wheat, no flour, no sugar, meat, meat and more meat!!" diet. Due to a summer full of "sure, why not!" rationalizations resulting in an all out eating bonanza, I now aspire to rid myself of 3 months worth of micro brews, chips, cheese steaks and pizza. I must remain steadfast. Mind over stomach. This means I can't have my famous baked ziti. In fact, I can't even make it. That would be like asking a junkie to hold your eight-ball for a few minutes. It wouldn't be pretty folks.

I used to make the baked ziti every Sunday for the Soprano's. The girls would come over and we'd drink a gallon of Chianti and gorge ourselves 'til we couldn't move. Alas alack. Not until those 501's are hanging off me baby (i.e. I could actually USE one of those belts hanging in my closet for its intended purpose). The missus would love for me to make it I'm sure, but I'm selfish that way. Sorry Charlie. I'm not going to make it if I can't HAVE it. Talk to me when I've hit my target - hopefully before the season is over.