Mushroom Pasta, and Apple Salad

Mushrooms

Seven years ago today, Louis and I had our first date.   It almost didn’t happen.  This was back when we were both social butterflies, and we were having trouble lining up a date and time to meet.  In retrospect, we both must have been keen, as we ultimately agreed to meet late on a Friday night, after we had each been out to other parties.  So it was, that I found myself sitting at the counter of The City Wine Shop, with two bowls of spaghetti and meatballs.  I had ordered for both of us, as the kitchen was about to close, and Louis was still on his way.  As I sat by myself, the waiter who had been slicing bread behind the counter, grabbed some foil to wrap up the dishes and keep them warm.

Mandolin and apple
Louis and I are both scared of the mandolin – it is the sharpest thing in our kitchen. However we tolerate it, if only because it slices apples so well.

In my more fanciful moments, I retrospectively interpret the waiter’s act as the universe telling me that it would be worth waiting for what was to come.  And the  waiter/universe was not wrong.  Seven years later, and after all the ups and downs, I have zero regrets.  Those meatballs had been worth waiting for. 😉 Continue reading Mushroom Pasta, and Apple Salad