This is a mostly French lasagna, but I’ve made so many tweaks to the recipe I’m not sure the French would claim it any more. It has a white sauce base with mushrooms and spinach as well as an optional protein, such as Italian sausage. …
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Classic ricotta cheese is made from a combination of Whey and Milk (see Traditional Ricotta recipe), but the challenge is finding whey. One way, and excuse the pun, is to make whey, which is a by-product of making cheese; you see the circular irony right? …
Read MoreDon’t Look Out Your Window
R.M. Dolin, November 12, 2023 Don’t look out your windowto watch the world on fire.Don’t invest a second understanding what it means to besomeone else. Don’t act as if you care, don’t talk as if you have solutions.Not when you refuseto look out your widow …
Read MorePoems, Prayers, and Promises
R.M. Dolin, November 10, 2023 Darkness stealthy encroaches on tentative whispers whose deafening silence foreshadows the extent to which this night, like endless nights before, and more demonic ones to come, will not end well. Rockets rain down in a centuries-old tradition as mothers sooth …
Read MoreSacrifices to Achieve Objectives – The End Doesn’t Necessarily Justify the Means
November 11, 2023 As a twenty-year-old reserve officer training to become an Army Ranger, I was instructed during a joint exercise in the Black Hills of South Dakota to lead a squad of soldiers on a mission behind enemy lines. In the scenario, the regular …
Read MoreCries of the Innocent
R.M. Dolin, November 8th, 2023 Oligarchs and megalomaniacs, the world at war on the whims of a few. Leaders shrouded in virtue as they shield themselves in others, deaf to the cries of the innocent. Planets spin on a predictable axis, as do politicians and …
Read MoreLong Day’s Journey into Night
R.M. Dolin, April 18, 2023 God damn I’m tired, tired and alone…tired of being alone. “Cut the bullshit,” I scream to the wilderness of my soul, but only the waspy whisper of Coyote calls back; empty echoes of all the shit I strive to outrun …
Read MoreShe Is Wind
R.M. Dolin, November 7, 2023 Trudging stoically toward the barren late day field,November wind rips through my well-worn clothes, burning my face and numbing my fingers. The distant horizon falsely holds a promise of warmth wrapped in a lie that’s become so necessary. She is …
Read MoreAglio E Olio
While riding through the back roads of Tuscany on my BMW GS motorcycle with my buddy Dave, we stop in this small village for lunch at an unassuming bistro where I order Aglio E Olio, not because I know what it is, but because the …
Read MoreSay It Ain’t So
Chapter 22 in the R. M. Dolin novel “The Dangling Conversation.” 10/25/2023 MANDY “I think it’s over between me and Henry, we haven’t spoken in weeks, and it doesn’t seem he cares if we do or don’t. WES “I fear the same with Nadia. It’s …
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