I looked at the recipe that he had looked at two nights before.
Thin rounds of zucchini undulated alongside dry-cured sausage, garlic and shallot.
I could eat this straight from the pan. Just like this. With bread.
We—the kitchen—the house—all, intoxicated by the smell.
And, I'm adding cream. He said.
We sat and devoured no less than two helpings each. Fully satisfied as we stood to clear our bowls from the table.
This would not have tasted the same had we used short pasta.
I agree. He said.