Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Hot Spahgetti inside of me


Greetings

After allegedly swimming in a resavoir at an undisclosed location in the vicintiy of a city once populated by Elms i arrived home. Officer, in my defense i reside on the third floor of a sweltering apartment. Alone, all day, on a computer, bathing in sweat, listening to sun-ra, a mind, like spagetthi, can take some roundabout pathways, inside, far away and come back again.. an observer, almost in the third person and the fingers continue to clack and the sweat; moisture beading, falls, hits the keys and one exists only in wonder.

But this is a food blog and what happened after the kitchen was the second greatest feeling since waking yesterday. The first having been after emerging from the water that evening, standing on the ridge, awaiting the rain, watching fifteen minutes of lighting get closer; becoming dried by the wind whistling through the trees, bending limbs, whipping water up in chaotic pattern and carrying the storm overhead & past my ears.

Salmanilla threats aside, tonight (now being last night) called for a thick tomato sauce chock with french fry shaped zuccini, diced carot, minced onion, generous olive oil, pulverized walnut, plenty of garlic, pepper and cubes of queso. I ate olives while waiting for the spahgetti to boil and poured off the olive juice into the boiling pasta to give the nominally yellow a pink hue and a slight buttery taste. An ear of corn also received eight or so minutes in with the spagethti before the water was dumped.

There is something incredibly satisfying about spagetti on an empty stomach. I sat at the kitchen table, body temperature momentarily closer to that of a lake, and ate the tangled web of warm noodles till i began again to perspire all the while enjoying the contrast between the cool crumbs of raw baby portabellas aloft in sauce and the heat regathering on a full stomach.


Che vediamo ragazzi, che vediamo ciao.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow, great post. Vivid writing. I almost feel like I was there.

Jazione said...

brang it dawg

Anonymous said...

is that a plate of spaghetti or a flying saucer?

Jazione said...

che cazza! you gotta great eye amiche. close uomo, i callah this "pasta float"

Anonymous said...

jazione, tu sei pazzo amiche