Boiled some pasta tonight with a promise to myself of making it tomorrow.
Its simple and basic. But why it deserves a post here is because its special…. to me. It feels like a prelude to a spicy cooking session, or more like an epilogue of an expected hot meal. It feels great to have it in possession as there is a hope for finding a new way to cook it tomorrow. A surety of doing something tomorrow. It looks so tender…. like a lover’s wrist. I can already smell the spices simmering up in the pan, ready to welcome this pasta in its embrace…. giving its way to a perfect bite.