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.
