Looking over to the corner with fresh rosemary needles, water boiling, and garlic seeming right — as medicine, and as joy to the palate

— the pestle in the mortar created this dense paste which later dissolved in a small bath of fine olive oil, before the nine minutes expired for the spaghetti, and just before being wrapped in taste and aroma…

Perhaps never before, or possibly a few times already

…but it is very likely that this has no regular tradition, or common constant joy in any part of planet earth. The idea of grated raw beetroot, as “sauce” with which to eat spaghetti, does not seem like a common part of any cuisine. However, as of today I know that it looks beautiful, and… Continue reading Perhaps never before, or possibly a few times already