Sunday, November 25, 2012

I ate Viktor's dinner. Literally.

Dear Zuri,

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. . .


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