I saw a lot of ballsy shit during my 3-day roadtrip through Arizona. I strolled through the red rocks of Sedona, I took pictures of Monument Valley at dawn, I even witnessed firsthand the majesty of the Grand Canyon, but nothing – NOTHING – compares to the splendor, the wonder, the TRIUMPH of Mangetti.

“What is Mangetti?” you might ask.

“Obviously,” I might reply, “it’s spaghetti for men.”

You start with a pound of sausage

and throw on a pound of beef.

Brown that shit up good. It’s like a heart attack in your skillet, but it smells divine.

Open and drain two cans of olives,

then chop some jalapeno

and some onions

and some mushrooms.

Meanwhile, boil pasta,

fashion a side of garlic bread

and have a drink for yourself.

Next, you’ll need to cook the veggies, so get the meat outta there. B! chose to use a colander, which is kind of gross but very necessary… 2 pounds of meat does make a lot of grease.

Add the onion to the skillet, using some meat grease as lubricant,

Throw in two jars of sauce,

and the mushrooms and peppers. Return the meat to the skillet.

(ew)

Your concoction will look like this:

Season with sugar, salt, pepper, basil, oregano, etc, and simmer together while you open a bottle of wine. Go ahead and drink a glass while the sauce cooks up nice.

By now, you’ll have a nice buzz on and will be ready to EAT SOME MANGETTI

while browsing the internet and text messaging on your iPhone. Because what’s dinner without multitasking? NOTHING, I’ll tell you what.

Mmmmmmmmangetti.