A Different Pot of Red
The plane felt like it was careening towards BWI. The landing, a bit disheveled.
I pushed (delicately) past those needing assistance and mothers with young children. I'm not proud.
I'm home!
"I'm almost there." He said.
"I'll be waiting outside." I said.
Balmy. B'more. Baltimore, hon!
...
Things slowly settled. Old patterns emerged.
Another pot of sauce.
"I put celery, garlic, shallot and crushed red pepper." I said.
All thinly sliced. Two cans of whole tomatoes (milled). A deep red emerged.
"How is it?" I asked.
"It's good." He said.
Just when I thought there couldn't be another red...
The red in the third image is especially pretty. I hope it was even tastier than it looks (and it looks pretty damn good).
ReplyDeleteLove this color! I'm going to make red soup soon too - roasted red pepper. Mmm. :-)
ReplyDeleteA perfect pot of red.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing like coming home, settling in and heading to the kitchen. Looks like a beautiful sauce...
ReplyDeletethat red is a knock-out. isn't it grand that there are so many variations?
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