Wednesday, January 27th 2021

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I’m at the dining room table in the afternoon, yet my eyes are glued to my daughter in the kitchen where she is quietly making fresh pasta. I don’t like cliches but I can’t get past “quiet determination.” What a workout; leveraging her body weight into the three magical ingredients to knead it, fold it, press it, roll it, cut it, and do it again. Go Girl!

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Of course for Daddy, “Fresh Pasta Night” includes a heaping “side” of chicken (or however you say “Protein,” in a low, monosyllabic, grunt). It is simmering in a bubbling stew of onions, carrots, bell peppers, garlic and that magical Chef Paul Effect that surpasses a mere monosyllable.

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How I plated mine, not very intentionally:

I’m not even a fan of watercress, but it was the perfect compliment to this rich cozy meal. I’m gulping down the scrumptious pairing and some is falling out my mouth. I catch my husband’s loving gaze and yell, “DON’T LOOK AT ME!”

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And now, Chef’s plate:

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And there you have it, Auntie Lolo. A Wednesday night dinner with your brother.

But that we could fast forward to when we can all share with you once again I.R.L.

Just promise you won’t look at me.

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(o;