“Stir well a final time. Serve hot with a drizzle of olive oil, a dusting of black pepper, a torn leaf of fresh basil and a gracious grate of parmeggiano.”
The clamour of friends, clatter of plates, single forks, stray knives and big golden flowers on double glasses.
cold water and cold coke. Snapping misshapen photos of woolly sweater arms halfway to a pot of pasta; fingers splayed across a face or fork shovelling up, unawares.
Lipstick moons on glasses; pinks magentas smeared happily for mixed mushrooms
carving thighs into naked bones last drop of sticky maple glaze
crumbling sweet carrots & toasted walnuts and cold maple ice cream; crunchy sugar balls of snow on windows;
warm creamcheese licked spoons; hot fireplace and loud laughs; lingering hugs laughing tears.