After printing off the recipe from the website, shopping for the missing ingredients (or nearest equivalent; they didn't have bay leaves so I used Baileys, that kind of thing), then a frenzy of peeling, chopping, slicing, more chopping (*), stirring, burning, staunching the arterial flow, and mixing, I'm now sitting back while the unholy mixture on the stove simmers for 90 minutes.
(*) Its one of they extremely sharp ceramic knives. One wrong move, and you won't know it until you look at your watch half an hour later, and discover your arm's not there.
Then it'll be time to cook the pasta itself.