Myself: Lupercio Leonardo spoke well when he said: how well one may philosophize when preparing dinner.
Prodnose: What are you talking about?
Myself: I am dropping a gentle hint that I have discovered that Angelo Morino's 'El Libro de Cocina de Sor Juana Ines de La Cruz' is a real book. How would like me to demonstrate that I am getting on with 2666? Perhaps I could beat up a taxi driver? Anyway, I've been neglecting you. Why don't we go to the movies? Julie & Julia is playing.
Prodnose (derisively): Chick flick!
Myself: Not at all, it is a food flick. Movies about cooking are almost always good in the same way that movies about sport are almost always bad. I don't make the rules. That's just the way it is. "You see, you start out with a little bit of oil. Then you fry some garlic. Then you throw in some tomatoes, tomato paste, you fry it; ya make sure it doesn't stick. You get it to a boil; you shove in all your sausage and your meatballs; heh?... And a little bit o' wine. An' a little bit o' sugar, and that's my trick".
Prodnose: "Why don't you cut out the crap. I got more important things for you to do".
Myself: Now you're talking. Timpano anyone?