Remember Viktor from our night on the town last week? The cute red-haired guy with the Russian accent? Well, he insisted on making dinner for me. How could I resist? You know I’m a sucker for a home-cooked meal, since I have no patience in the kitchen.
He came over last Friday with bags of groceries in hand, wearing a heavy wool cable knit sweater looking just as charming as the other night. I love a man in a turtleneck sweater! I enjoy going out far more than staying in – but I could already tell this evening was going to be different. . . and it was!
He brought all the ingredients for Pasta al Salmone Affumicato – which struck me as strange that he was cooking a classically Italian dish. But it turns out his mother is Italian. Hmmm, I have a feeling that there’s more going on with this red-haired Russian than meets the eye. . .
|Pasta al Salmone Affumicato. . . smoking hot (and so was Viktor!)|
As the smoked salmon sauce simmered on the stove, he dug right into my spice cabinet and pull out just the right spices. He transformed food into art, and I could tell by the way he talked he could work this same magic no matter what he touched.
When we sat down to eat, I was eager to dig in. But picture this: Viktor gently dipped his fork into his food, and then slowly lifted the first morsel into my mouth. Oh, it was all so tantalizing. . . and so was that first bite! I was so full after dinner, I simply had a sweet mango vape.
Oh, well, you get the picture. I think I might keep Viktor around for a while. I might just need him to fix that squeak in my Volvo. . .
So what have you been up to? I can’t wait to hear what you have cooked up for us to do in Paris. . .