Monday, April 13, 2015

First dinner in Spring. (In the patio)

Pasta! Pasta! Ode to Pasta!

Long and thin like your legs
Al dente pashghetti.
Drizzled olive oil with garlic
The epitome of your soul.
Yes-Light. Green. Pressed. With garlic sizzling.
What an aroma to your corazon.
Add red roma tomatoes. Jubilee!
Throw in some fresh basil why not. And a dash of chipotle! Sprinkle parmessan! Bellisimo!
Ode to mi pasta!

It was our first dinner out back for this year. Spring sure does a number on the soul. Sun setting beautifully over the Oquirrh mountains. A ball game to watch with cheers of excitement bellowing in the background.

Yet nothing could make me more happier than your company. The way you tackle that pasta. Your laughter. The way your dimples flare all over your face. Red sauce gather on the sides of your smile. Feeling the warmth of the sun glistening like a thousand massaging fingers on my skin pressing up on tiny dew drops to pamper me.

Priceless.








Fin.

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