A hurried in evening. Must get supper started as I have a hungry family to feed. But the mood must come first so I put on one of my favorite opera CDs. As Pavorotti fills the kitchen with "Nessun Dorma", I pull out what I so appropriately call," the red pot". I am convinced everyone really must get such a pot if they don't already have one in their possession.
I saute chopped onions and garlic in olive oil, add fresh tomatoes and toss in thin strips of prosciutto. Quickly, run to the herb garden right outside the kitchen door and gather a few snips of basil...chop,chop...in they go too. A few twists of the pepper grinder, shake of the salt shaker. In the meantime the thin spaghetti noodles have been boiling. Salad made with fresh lettuces, always prewashed beforehand, and garlic bread pulled from the oven as the aromas of this simple dinner are now joining the music in a harmonious blend of sensory satisfaction.
All to prove that even the preparation of last minute meals can lavish us too!
A hurried in evening. Must get supper started as I have a hungry family to feed. But the mood must come first so I put on one of my favorite opera CDs. As Pavorotti fills the kitchen with "Nessun Dorma", I pull out what I so appropriately call," the red pot". I am convinced everyone really must get such a pot if they don't already have one in their possession.
I saute chopped onions and garlic in olive oil, add fresh tomatoes and toss in thin strips of prosciutto. Quickly, run to the herb garden right outside the kitchen door and gather a few snips of basil...chop,chop...in they go too. A few twists of the pepper grinder, shake of the salt shaker. In the meantime the thin spaghetti noodles have been boiling. Salad made with fresh lettuces, always prewashed beforehand, and garlic bread pulled from the oven as the aromas of this simple dinner are now joining the music in a harmonious blend of sensory satisfaction.
All to prove that even the preparation of last minute meals can lavish us too!
