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...of the summer was the best meal ever. I once called another meal, in another post, the best meal ever, so I think we can assume that the meal in question is crazy good and my excitement over it at the time makes me want to declare its supremacy. Adam cooked an amazing pasta dish last night with what he called a "quick" arrabiata sauce. I've tried my hand at cooking this summer and made some decent dishes (from recipes), but there's a pretty large difference when someone with mad skillz comes in improvising and achieves "best meal ever" status.

Fresh pasta, fresh peas, fresh tomatoes, and pancetta. I should've photographed the pancetta before it was cooked because we were both blown away by its raw form. I've only ever seen it in its final state, cooked in a dish. From the butcher, it was rolled and stuffed, and I'm pretty sure still had the pig skin on it...yikes.

Last night's best meal ever was followed by the best movie ever. I had never seen The Graduate before. Now I have and I can't believe that nobody sat me down earlier and had me watch it. I get these a lot: "You've never seen Bravehart!?" and "You've never seen Star Wars?!" Star Wars, Shmar Wars. Where was the concern about the lack of The Graduate in my life? I guess its credits and its endless references in pop culture should've clued me in sooner. But anyway, I am now hip to the brilliance of cinematography and directing that is The Graduate. I want to frame stills from about half of the film frames. It was gorrrrgeous. If I could go back in make-believe time, I choose to go to the barbeque pool party in the Braddock's back yard in 1967. I'd bring the pasta with me.