‘I don’t know what we are going to eat tonight, all we ever seem to have is pizza, pasta, nothing.’ I overheard a mum say to her friend; and I know what she means.
Pasta is the thing I reach for far to often, I usually have had something else planned, but for whatever reason the time that ‘the something else’ should have been in the oven passed some 3/4 of an hour ago, and now I’ve a family baying to be fed. Pizza is all well and good and we like to have home made pizza’s Tom is a bit niffty making the bases and setting them up; but somebody has to remember to make the dough on in the first place. And nothing is what we have when everyone comes and go’s at different times and nobody is hungry at the same time; it’s grazing from around 4:30pm to 22:00
This was last Saturday night, it turned out to be a pasta night.
I know, you’ve seen that view nearly as often as I’ve served pasta, but the light of the setting sun was just so nice, and so very fleeting, that I had to nip out there and then, whilst the pasta was cooking, for a quick photo. Nobody wanted their pasta al dente did they?