Last week was Tom’s birthday and I was so darn busy that I did not make a darn thing for him. Not even his morning smoothie or his cup of coffee. Isn’t that just terrible? I did do the dishes, stomach something that’s usually his responsibility and one of the chores I hate the most. Yet despite my chore penance, I still felt the need to make it up to him with a big, ridiculous meal. Because food is love right?
So this weekend I made him fettuccine from scratch. If homemade pasta does not say I love you, then I don’t know what does. I also brought out a very fancy olive oil from Pacific Sun that I had been saving for a special occasion. I love this olive oil. It’s fruity and buttery and everything a really good olive oil should be. Perfect for dipping bread, dressing salad or drizzling on pasta. Also perfect as the basis of an arugula and olive pesto that was the right balance of herbaceous, briny, garlicky, cheesy and luscious. I finished the pasta with some butter-sauteed local rock shrimp and we dug in.
There’s nothing more satisfying than making a really good dish to celebrate someone you love. In my eyes, a glass of wine and a bowl of pasta is so much better than any cake. It made a very happy birthday dinner.