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an Epicurean Affair

Posted in Life by adamkupratis on February 18, 2009

Last night was the first local show of the Murder City Devils for a long time. Unfortunately, I waited too long.
The tickets sold quick and I apparently was the only one of my friends to have procrastinated too long.  Extremely unlike me, in fact, extremely unlike my friends to have done the opposite.

After wallowing for a couple hours in how ‘bummed’ I was that I wouldn’t be able to see one of my top 10 music groups I continued on with the day. Despite my initial depression for said event, I was going to be cooking that evening. L and I had decided that a hearty-buttery-fatty dinner would fix me up and help her get over her coughcough. Since I can remember one of my favorite dishes my mother made was Chicken Pesto Pasta. A divine concoction of buttery sauces, simple notes and filling proportions.

The menu was a simple one and due to L’s kitchen utensils (she never cooks) and my concern of doing too much, we stuck with the main course. No appetizers, no salad, no dessert. Well, I still think I should have done dessert. So, we took the trip to the local Albertson’s and stocked up on all of a kitchens basic essentials for making the meal.

  • Chicken Breast
  • Penne Pasta (Dreamfields)
  • Pesto Seasoning (Knorr)
  • Garlic (love love fucking love garlic)
  • Butter (No she doesn’t have butter :P)
  • Olive Oil
  • Marinated Artichoke Hearts (Reese)
  • Chardonnay

After gathering the essentials I realized that my anticipation was palpable. I could already taste the buttery pesto and the slow roasted chicken being hugged by artichoke hearts. The sound of Pasta boiling just past al dente perfection. I get this way before cooking. After getting back to her kitchen and doing my best to learn where everything was and wasn’t we started preparing the chicken by putting it in a pan with olive oil on a medium heat. Letting the chicken brown on both sides and then steam cook on simmer till perfectly cooked through yet retaining the moisture and flavor. Then beginning the water to boil the pasta and discovering that her stove doesn’t understand what low heat means. It basically had three settings, Medium, Hot and Off. Occasionally I would notice that nothing was cooking and look below seeing no flame. I adjusted without complaint. I actually found it fun and enjoyable.

Continued with the chicken, starting the pasta and letting the sauce simmer L and I discuss life in general. Relationships, drugs, pets, parents and all things important to people between 20 and 30. L found that she has an inept skill for crushing garlic cloves with a knife. (after attempting with a fork and dodging flying garlic cloves.) The pasta was drained, artichoke hearts added and sauce mixed in. Dinner was ready and for the first time I allowed myself to just breathe in all the scents we had created. This is my version of comfort food. Epicurus would be upset at my blatant use of butter but damn, it smelt good and tasted great. I felt accomplished successfully preparing this meal without a single one of my kitchen ‘crutches’ i.e. – your own pots, spoons etc.

I was enjoying the meal and conversation so much I forgot to take photos of our creation. But I did remember to have a glass of Chardonnay and had realized then that I was not at the Murder City Devils show. I didn’t care at that point. Good conversation and great food is all I need to get me through any day. The only thing that would have made it better was if I was not so drained from the day and if L was feeling less ill.

During the coarse of our conversation we discussed our future plans and talked about doing this and that and where we would be and what we would do. I’m always the type of person who looks ahead and gets down on myself for not being further than I am. But last night my mind was able to shut off, I found solace in being entirely in one place, not thinking of what else i have to do.  I need more of that, more pesto, more evenings without schedules.

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