Sunday, March 17, 2013
Dinner for one
The soul that sees beauty must sometimes walk alone.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Eat alone too. Trust me, I've been there.
I'm reluctant to go public with this, but for a lot of years now, when I am all by myself around the dinner hour, particularly after an emotionally trying day, I seek comfort inside, well... a six-ounce can of tomato paste.
There, I said it.
I toss a whole lot of olive oil and an onion into my favorite quick-fry pan, the one that I picked up at a used restaurant equipment warehouse years back. Once the onions are nice and soft I pop open a can of my favorite paste (Pastosa from New York) and apply anywhere from half to two-thirds of the contents to the saute.
Toss in some just-cooked pasta (what, you were expecting sanddabs?) and stir.
And there you have it. A beautiful thing.
Fine, don't eat it with me. Nobody else around here will either.
That headline is there for a reason, you know.