Ritual Pasta Novels & Stories

Rubin was clapping her hands and once again, I rolled my eyes at her. I took a plate, twist the pasta, settling it in the middle before letting it slide down towards her. Aeon clapped his hands together, imitating Rubin as I slide the other plate to him. Rubin poke her pasta with the fork and twist it gingerly. She blew on a strand and take it to her mouth and with bated breath, I wait. She gave a slight moan and said, “This is like that pasta we ate a while ago but this tastes better. Whats’it called?” “Bolognese,”

And I would not let him or her or the haunting mistake of my past ruin this for me. The kitchen was warm and buzzing with low chatter from a few maids helping me prep. I stirred the thick red sauce, letting the scent settle into my bones. I layered the sheets of pasta like I was building something sacred. Ricotta, mozzarella, a sprinkle of nutmeg and fresh basil.

“ You are meant to ruin this Brenda , don’t be easily swayed “ I said to myself. I had to keep it in mind that I am Eva and not Brenda for that moment. “ Just a cup of coffee “ I said to the waiter . “ Two plates of lasagna as well”. He said to the waiter as he was about to leave . Lasagna is one of the most famous kind of pasta. It’s made only by AB food , Chairman Huxley ‘s company. He must have ordered that to impress Eva. I was surely impressed. I always crave for that recipe.

“It’s a recipe I’ve been perfecting for what feels like ages.” He remained silent, his intrigue evidently piqued. Carefully, he twirled a modest portion of the pasta around his fork, lifting it to his mouth with a precision that suggested this was part of a greater, secretive ritual. The moment the complex medley of flavors burst onto his palate, however, the mask of composure he wore faltered, if only for a fleeting moment.

"You always know how to raise the bar for hospitality." "Please, I was born to host. Also, you’ve been working yourself into the ground and spiraling in three different emotional directions. The cure is pasta." She drops her tote on the hook by the door, kicks off her shoes, and sighs the sigh of someone who finally gets to exhale. "You should be declared a national treasure." "Tell Sullivan that. I’m still waiting for my journalist’s medal of valor." The pasta is nearly done, and the sauce, a Jamie Torres Original™ blend of tomatoes, basil, red wine, and enough garlic to ward off an entire nest of vampires, simmers on the stove. I toss in a sprinkling of freshly ground pepper for drama.

Martha said as soon as she opened the door. Damn! I have to go outside now, one person I didn't want to bump into was Sheila. Now that Leon isn't around, it's going to be a huge ground for her to show how much she's the mistress of the house. I sighed. “Uhmm, thank you Martha, but please can I have mine in the room?” I pleaded, she smiled, nodded and disappeared, returned a few minutes later. The scent of sweet tomato and garlic hit my nose. I knew it was Pasta alla Norma. She placed the steaming bowl on the table at the corner of the room. “Wow, Mr Rolando made this really inviting” I swallowed hard as I took a position sniffing the aroma one more time.

The food had a lot of spice and the smells were upsetting her stomach. “Here, you will like this,” Violetta said as she offered a bowl to Izzy. Izzy took it with a smile and took a spoonful of fluffy white vegetables. It looked like mashed potatoes, but it smelled like roasted marshmallows. “That’s called rienut, we sweeten it before we roast it,” Beatrice said, nodding in agreement. “I’ve never heard of rienut before,” Izzy said truthfully. “You wouldn’t. It’s only grown here,” Marchessa said with a snarl.

Caterina replied and hung up almost immediately. AT NIGHT Roberto sat at his very huge dining table, different delicacies were in front of him and he was the only one seated. He started feasting and he started with his favorite Bice Taglioni Pasta with lobster and Truffles. He cut some of the lobster with his cutlery and put it in his mouth. He shut his eyes and exhaled, the taste always got him every time. He kept eating, and then remembered he got a dog. He raised his hand and one of his men moved closer to him all of a sudden.

Anton and Vittorio had placed a big bowl of rice with vegetables along with a salad with some fluffy white stuff on it. "This," Anton pointed to the pasta, "Is my great great great grandmother Mary's famous Risotto with mushroom sauce. And that," He pointed to the salad, "Is Panzanella. It contains Tuscan bread, fresh tomatoes, mozzarella, onions and grounded pepper," I could already felt my mouth water at the sight of the food. I quickly gave grace and began to eat. Just as I imagined, the food was delicious, and I almost sank into my seat in satisfaction. While we all ate, I was able to get to know more about Anton and awed at how he and Josephina met.

I looked at the dishes and they looked and smelled amazing. "What are these?" I asked because I recognized none of the dishes on the table. "This is a prosciutto dolce also called sweet cured ham. This is a mozzarella di bufala also called buffalo mozzarella. This is spaghetti cacio e P**e also called fresh pasta with pecorino Romano cheese and black pepper and this is patate alforno also called roast potatoes" Ethan said in a Roman accent. I knew he had been here before since he took classes on the language.