Ritual Pasta Novels & Stories

Heather replied. Primrose nodded to another table. A group of women worked with rolling pins, spreading dough all over the table, until it was thin as a tablecloth. Then they cut it in long slim strips, that they cut over and over until they were the right size to make pasta. “Today’s lunch is pork ham with salad,” Heather said. “Pasta with meat balls and vegetables, and a dozen cakes with nuts and honey.” They noticed my baffled face and smiled. “They’re wolves, Joy. And you better believe they eat like hungry wolves.”

But when done right, it's absolutely delicious. I walked around the room, taking in their curious faces. "Now, who knows what jollof pasta is?" Edward raised his hand hesitantly. "Is it pasta fried in lots of tomato based sauce similar to that of jollof rice?" "Ding, ding, ding! That's correct," I said, nodding. "It is a classic Zakorian dish and very easy to make. But I had never made it before yesterday and needed to practice before I surprised the queen. So, will you help me?"

"Ok then, so you'll first prep the ingredients." Skye said. "You need, Kosher salt, 12oz of spaghetti pasta, Parmesan cheese, bacon, garlic, ground pepper, and parsley." Skye said, through the phone. And I immediately obeyed her instructions and started grabbing the ingredients. "Start boiling water in a big pan, with a little bit of oil and salt in it." I started following Skye's instructions. "Then while you're waiting for the water to boil, start chopping the garlic, minced."

I mumbled and dug in. Pasta Bolognese. My favorite. “Uhm Aunt Miriam. Do you mind teaching me how to make this? It's so appetizing.” “Ohh, you mean the pasta bolognese ?” Miriam asked using her hand to reach out for the salt. She nodded her head taking in a full spoon of pasta into her mouth. “Anytime you're ready. I'm ever ready to tutor you.” Miriam responded. I reached out for my glass of water and gulped everything down.

Elvis looked at Joseph awkwardly. Joseph said, "I could only make plain pastas." Elianna said, "Then thank you for your trouble." After speaking, she sat down on the sofa. Joseph said to Elvis, "You go first." Elvis said, "Mr. Kensington, do you need me to lend a hand?" Joseph said, "No need." It's just a bowl of assorted vegetarian pastas, without many complicated steps, just takes some time. What is this called? It is easy to ask for the gods, but difficult to send them away.

It was ritual. She picked out the ripest tomatoes, deep red and firm, imagining the rich sauce they’d become. A bulb of garlic, golden and pungent. A bundle of fresh basil — she rubbed a leaf between her fingers, releasing its sweet, peppery scent. A block of Parmesan, sharp and crumbly. A box of long, golden spaghetti — the kind Daniel liked, thin and delicate. She added garlic bread — frozen, but she’d make it taste homemade. A bottle of red wine — non-alcoholic for her, real for him. And at the last minute, a small chocolate cake from the bakery section — just because.

Bella asked, running hot water over the ruined pot. "Fettuccine Alfredo. I found this recipe on TikTok that looked easy." Liam held up his phone, showing a video of someone effortlessly tossing pasta in a creamy sauce. "That's not fettuccine alfredo. That's pasta with heavy cream." "What's the difference?" Bella looked at him, really looked at him, and saw his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. He knew there was a difference. He was playing dumb to make her laugh. And it was working.

He could hear Sofia and Cristian muttering behind him as he put the noodles into the boiling water and cut up little pieces of sausages. At the end of twenty minutes, he dished up the plates and brought two to the people on the couch. “Buon Appetito,” Marco put the plates before them, the two staring down at the food. “Tagliatelle with pancetta, basil, and mozzarella.” The teen grinned up at him with wide eyes and dug into the pasta. Marco smiling to see him enjoying his food and chuckled before ruffling the boy’s hair. Grabbing his plate from the kitchen counter, he settled down on the other couch, watching Sofia slowly pick up her plate and twirl the pasta around her fork.

"Yes, the pasta is al dente, and the truffle oil is fragrant. It's great." "You can also order it online," the staff informed her. "The Pastalicious flagship store is running a marketing campaign. Right now, we're running a promotion for the New Year. Our pasta comes with instant packs with a new and improved recipe, making the flavor richer. If you like it, you can order some online. We are running a buy-1-free-1 promotion. It's very affordable." Yasmin thought it was a great deal! Many shops closed for the New Year, making getting food late at night hard. Buying some to have at home could be a great option.

But then, his smile vanished and the light in his eyes turned to fire. “But that would be over my dead body,” he growled under his breath. “Because if I can’t have you… then no one in the world will. Not under my watch.” ******* Rosealba sat on the chair with squinted shoulders. Her eyes lingered on the food that laid out on the tray. Staring back at her. She sucked in some breath, inhaling the aroma of the well-cooked Tonnarelli Cacio e P**e. A handmade pasta with Pecorino Romano and black pepper. Creamy and simply magical.