Simply Pasta
The strong, potent garlic,
browning in olive oil, fragrance
throughout the house. Pasta
soon would follow. As we entered
the dining room we could smell
the sweet fragrance of fresh basil,
an added invitation to sheer
delight.
Freshly chopped tomato and
scallions fried, gave color to the
dish and last, the gray, delicate
shrimp slowly turning pink.
All then poured over a bed of
penne pasta. Laughter filled the
room like a song. You could feel
the simple elegance of dining
with friends. A bottle of aged
Cabernet was poured... let the
feast begin.
October 1st, 2015
Copyright © Julie Heckman | Year Posted 2015
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