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.
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