Pasta

RIGHT INTO

THE POT,

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PASTA

MEETS IT'S

DESTINY.

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I need this rescue tonight. Nothing else will do.

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As the very salted water roils, the strands, just a

second ago straight as straws, start to fold into a

fated al dente perfection.

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I am going to gently heat the Virgin Olive Oil, and stir

in a few cloves of garlic, smashed with a cleaver

against the marble board. I love softened garlic,

not fried to a crisp, so I baby it till it's done.

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A few flakes of red pepper scattered atop the mix,

float like a school of very tiny goldfish.

Then the pasta is finished and poured into the colander.

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Hurrying, I'll then toss it into the oil mix, heat for a sec,

grab the blue ironstone bowl, drop in the pasta, and

every lick of oil. Black pepper, ground again and again,

dots the entirety. Last, I'll use the grater to shave a

small handful of Parmegiano Reggiano.

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Stir. Breathe in. Eat.