Mark 12:31 ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’
Ever since we bought our first home, we CRAVED a neighborhood environment like the one that we live in currently. We wanted lots of young families, sugar being passed by the cups over fences, and dinners being served just because.
We love all of our neighbors but these people have especially hit our hearts. Amazing conversations, true thoughts, and full bellies. Always full bellies….our neighbors are True Italians. Today…..We MADE pasta. Not like the “noodles will be done in 8-10 minutes” type thing. And ITS PASTA. Let that not be confused with noodles. Two different things….or so I found out 🙂
It always amazes me when they talk about their foods, their cheeses, and their wines. How they pair together. And how those pair together with what we talk about. And how what we talk about goes back to their foods. It truly brings such a joy to my waistline.
Anyways, back to the pasta making. To say it is a science is an understatement. To begin, all ingredients are weighed not measured. Who weighs things? People who know what their doing that’s who. He has a lot of weird “that’s just what we do” tasks. For example, see that tiny tea cup? That is full of milk….he used less than a teaspoon of it. You have to fill the whole cup up, use a teaspoon, scoop it from the teacup, then toss the rest out. You cannot just pour it in because “thats just what we do”. After weighing, a few pinches of salt, pat your head, turn around, do the funny dance and your on to making the pasta.
The hand placements are key. From sending it through the cutter, to laying it out on the counter….much love is given to each strand. Did I mention that with all the love making there was fresh bolognese made? Oh yeah and to add to that parmesan from Italy? Add that to your palate….mind blown.
After the pasta is made, you are pretty much good to cook it. But even cooking it is a science. Call everyone to the table right before you throw it in the pot to cook. Boil salt water and let pasta cook 2-3 minutes. Not too soggy. Make sure sauce is hot and toss together right away. But add the pasta to the sauce…not the other way around because you guessed it, “that’s just how we do it”. Grade fresh parmesan on top and run your ass to the table and eat it. (He said that not me). You better believe I ran my ass to the table and demolished it. Not only was it the best pasta I have ever eaten, it was that much sweeter because I made it with someone who cares about what he puts in his food.
I am not sure if this post is about pasta or neighbors but one thing that is for certain is that we cannot get enough of both. I think that the closeness of neighbors is slowly fading out. I think it is so important for you to truly know who you live next to. Rather than just a wave when you pull in and out of the drive way, invite them over, share stories, laugh, cry, and try to build your village. My village consists of close friends and neighbors. I couldn’t do most things if they weren’t in my life. So cheers to neighbors, pasta, and undoing your top pant button due to your expanding waistline.