My stars, what a week. It would appear that I have been the lucky/unlucky recipient of a week-long roller coaster ride. This week has encompassed the single saddest thing that's happened to me this year (saying goodbye to my sister and nephew at the airport) as well as the very happiest (more on this in a few days!!). And all kinds of other crap in between -- a rejection, some sublime truffled cheese, a tear-filled afternoon of frustration at work, a first date. Whew.
My anchor, my consolation, is pasta. I ate pasta every day this week and somedays more than once. Gemelli with plain tomato sauce on Monday, macaroni-cheese lunch on Tuesday, hemp-flour ravioli at a fundraiser on Wednesday, tomato tortellini eaten out of the pan on Thursday, gemelli with sundried tomato pesto on Friday. Am I ashamed to admit that there is now a recently-emptied bowl of ricotta ravioli next to me as I write this? Heavens no. Why would anyone refuse comfort during times of intense emotion?
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