Ritual Pasta Novels & Stories

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.

"Oh! Wow! Sounds yum. You clearly outdid my idea." Sana, one of the betas, turned to Ria. "What was your idea?" "Red sauce chicken pasta" I internally scoffed. That sounded like regular weekdays lunch. Nothing special. Still, I nodded at Ria. "Oh, sounds good." "Whatever" Aiden rolled his eyes, rolling the sleeves of his hand. I tracked the motion, eyes wide at the exposed skin. Why was it so distracting? He merely rolled the sleeves. "Just serve already. I need to get back to work."

"I'll eat anything you cook, little chef." "Don't call me that. I'm not little." Why does she get riled easily by his words? He smirked. Moving out of his range, she cut her dough into pasta shapes and dropped them in the boiling salted water. She risked a glance at him. His hazels were amused and soft. It must be a trick of the light. The sauce was ready and the homemade pasta in minutes. Rie carefully prepared three plates and served their meal with fresh bread and sparkling grape juice.

Sophia's eyes began to glisten with fresh tears, and Damon felt a wave of irritation crash over him so suddenly it nearly knocked the breath from his lungs. The pasta dish she was demanding—he'd only learned to make it because she'd claimed it was the only thing that didn't make her nauseous during her first trimester. She'd been incredibly particular about it too, insisting that the mushrooms had to be a specific type, that the truffle oil had to be imported, that the pasta had to be fresh, never dried. Because of her pickiness, even though he'd never been one for elaborate cooking, he'd forced himself to stand over the stove for hours, perfecting a dish that would meet her exacting standar

Now I'm going to get back to making lunch. I stepped into the kitchen, where I had removed some ingredients from the fridge before receiving Shofia's phone call. I started to turn on the stove and boiled the water in the pot, then put a little oil into it, filling it with pasta. This time, I was cooking spaghetti alla carbonara. Carbonara is a type of Italian cuisine in which spaghetti is cooked in a sauce of eggs, cheese, and meat. Carbonara itself was created from a rural central Italian folk recipe that is characterized by simplicity and simplicity. I really like this spaghetti dish.

He stared at the pale, bloated tube of pasta, swimming in a pool of broken, overly oily sauce. The silence was suffocating to Ivana, as she tried not to look at him. Damn! It was fucking hard. Tardrain stared so intensely, it was as if he were trying to identify the strange species and to figure out what exactly she had cooked. He noticed it was Rigatoni she had used, which he never liked to be used for his creamy pasta, but then again, aside from that It looked strange, almost making him question if this was the exact creamy pasta that had been his favorite for years.