Inspired by Perfume, a book recommendation of
kissingypsie, & by
sashash's poem (see today's entry, subj, "hm. 2"), I just cooked up the most scrumptious meal. Cooking it was a pleasure for all senses. I searched for my camera in my current wolf's-den-of-a-room to capture the only accessible sense to all you out there in lj land, but in haste couldn't find it.
Quickly, before the whole thing turns into a congealed, unappetizing mess, here's what I made:
18th century Parisian Pasta (or at least, this is what I imagine I'd feed to my family if I lived there back then, and what I'd most like to smell if I were Jean-Baptiste Granouille, the main character of Perfume who possesses an uberhuman olfactory sense):
Organic spaghetti tossed with
~~~~~sauteed Cremini mushrooms, sliced
~~~~~~~~~sauteed pieces of smoked turkey & chicken sausage with mild green chile & cilantro
~~~~~~~~~~~~COMPLETELY FLOURLESS ALFREDO SAUCE MADE FROM SCRATCH BY MOI!!! Ingredients: organic half & half/one jumbo clove of fresh garlic, minced/pat of organic butter/about 1/4 c. fresh organic parmesan and pecorino romano grated cheese mix/fresh ground pepper
mmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!
Now I feast & watch Fallen Angels. Thanks for the inspiration,
kissingypsie &
sashash!!!! Bet you never thought your words would come of this (c: