There are far too many reasons to enumerate in this short
post, her intelligence, her caring for others, her honesty and integrity, and
the way she tells a story, making me laugh, cry, or both, to name just a
few. But there is one reason I
wish to share with everyone today – I can serve pasta every night of the week
and she will not complain…ever. I
have apologized or asked rather weakly if she would mind a 2n or 3rd
night of pasta and she always said no, she doesn’t mind how often I serve
it. In fact the last few times she
was obviously annoyed that I was still asking. I am convinced that if I were to bring that up one more time
she would hurt me.
Being the sensitive soul that I am, I am careful not to take
advantage of her generous nature and am limiting the pasta to only 3 nights a
week, plus leftovers for lunch. Of
course there are circumstances that arise necessitating an additional night of
pasta – sometimes even two or three.
But that can’t be helped.
If Mid Town Market has a fresh batch ob Broccoli Rabe I have no choice
but to get some because you never know if it will be the last opportunity to do
for a long time. And once you have
the BR you can’t let it sit around very long, so we might have Penne with BR 2
times a week, in addition to the regular past nights. Then there are the nights we have dinner guests. It is understood that they will be
served pasta.
So you see my problem…it is GUILT. It does not matter that we ate pasta EVERY NIGHT FOR A YEAR
3 years ago, that was then, this is now.
I have to find a way to ease the guilt without the risk of bodily
harm. Although it is not my nature
to be devious, sometimes circumstances require us to act outside our norm, and
in this regard, I have my solution.
Borrowing from Patience’s playbook (She easily acquired whippets 2, 3.
4, and more naming them Maria, Caruso, Giacomino, and Luciano.) tonight we will
have pasta with peas and artichoke hearts - her absolute favorites. I might even toss in a Kalamata olive
or two, her newest passion.
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| Linguine wirh pureed peas 2011 |
2 comments:
You and Patience make the perfect pair.
As for pasta, there are so many kinds. Penne and fettuccine are ENTIRELY different things; just switch out the wines, right?
Wow! Impressive post. And I know you mean it because I have seen the two of you together.
Congratulations on your taste in food and women.
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