Zita with Asparagus and Bacon
I couldn't put my finger on it. I was distracted by flavor.
"This is singing in my mouth." I said with mouth full.
I really need to chew, I thought.
"This is sooo good." I said with mouth full.
I looked down at my empty bowl. A shallow puddle of bacon fat and extra virgin olive oil.
There's no garlic!
"There's no garlic!" I said.
Roberto looked up. A look of disappointment on his face.
"But it's so good. It doesn't need it." I gushed.
In our rush to make dinner, we had done everything but...chop the garlic.
I was delighting in this happy accident, though. I had just been graced with pure simplicity.
Zita, bacon and asparagus co-mingling in a pool of fat (both pork and olive) and pasta water. A bit of crushed red pepper and parmesan.
We each ate the first bowl greedily. Racing towards the inevitable, a second helping.
"It's good, but it would be better with garlic." Roberto said.