Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Pasta Again


‘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.

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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?


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

8 thoughts on “Pasta Again

  1. It’s such a beautiful scene. I’d have had to nip out there too for a quick shot.

  2. Yes…the light is simply stunning! And pasta is our go-to food..as well!!!

  3. I like pasta almost as much as that view, and I’m not as fussy as you might think about the texture when someone else is cooking. I’m just pathetically grateful to be fed.

    I have spent most of the afternoon cleaning carpet and feel very sorry for myself. I feel a carryout pizza coming on.

    • ‘I’m just pathetically grateful to be fed.’
      I belong to the same group as you Gerry, a sandwich made by someone else is a feast as far as I am concerned. I found myself on a course last year with someone who in their ‘other life’ was a nutritionist. They spent the entire lunch telling me how ‘bad’ the said lunch was, I thought it was wondrous because it was made for ME! I would have had a second strawberry cream scone, just to spite the women, but for fear of being so over stuffed I’d have fallen asleep during the rest of the course. Then of course she’d have been proved right. Bahhh.

  4. Yep, I always make sure I’ve plenty of pasta in the cupboards as well. It’s something we all eat, and requires no forward planning, thanks to my old friend Mr Dolmio!

    I’m also with you on the “someone else cooked it” thing. I’ll eat pretty much anything, and enjoy it twice as much if I didn’t cook it – and even more if I don’t have to wash the dishes afterwards.

  5. We have a hillside that gets lit up by the last of the sun too and I never fail to want to capture it on camera. I’ve learned the hard way I can’t do it … congratulations on actually managing to grab the moment. You may have to come up here and give me some tips.

  6. Hah-I think my mother belongs to the same school of cooking as you. One of the nice things about being out on my own is not having to eat pasta if I don’t want to.

  7. Once one has cooked for others for many years, the appreciation for meals cooked by others is quite acute.
    I have never been able to get my photos to do justice to the light I have seen with my eyes. I know that my camera is not of good quality, but it is always so disappointing.I love yours.
    Too bad the fall will bring sunsets so early once again.

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