We'll eat the leftovers tonight.
Farfalle with carrots, zucchini, yellow onion and cremini mushrooms.
(Bacon and cream)
"I guess it's too late to plant Spring onions?" I asked.
I surveyed the freshly bitten into onion in my hand. The flavor was mild, but bright (a slight zing). It was only missing that fresh, pulled from the earth...earthiness.
"Yes." He said.
"That's a shame. They were so good last year." I said.
Another night of pasta. We need to slow down. We're eating too fast.