I am so happy.
Jesse cooked dinner.
He has an extremely refined sensibility about food,
how it should taste, and how to put it together.
"Una buona forchetta"
("a good fork", literally translated from Italian,
but actually means "good taste"
So we were at Zupans together, trying to figure out what to have
for dinner, and he said
"I have it Mom, let's do Pasta Puttanesca"
Yuck, I say,
"I HATE tomato sauce!!!"
"No, no, no, we do fresh tomatoes, barely cooked...", he insists.
In my mind, I struggle with this concept of relinquishing control.
I arrive at a solution.
"Ok, Jesse, you make it!"
He says no.
I say yes.
He acquises and happily runs about Zupan's gathering ingredients.
"What about the anchovies", I feebly insert...
"NO, no anchovies, this is MY dish now."
Ok, I surrender.
And Jesse takes over.
Fresh cooked sweet cherry tomatoes, garlic, olives, capers
basil and parsley, the exact proportions that created
the most delicious sauce,
it was PERFECTION!
And I am a food snob.
I do not give out compliments regarding food lightly.
This was truly one of the best pasta dishes EVER.
And the best part was:
Now I know that not only is my son
more than capable of cooking a great meal,
he is MUCH better than I am, so now I don't ever have
to cook AGAIN, yipee!
Too bad Jesse is moving back up to college next week,