Sunlight flickers through my closed eyelids from the water in the tumbler. I imagine myself beside the sea. On the beach. Close to the surf. I am not. I have this lazy feeling of not expounding much energy. The unusually hot afternoon sun could be the answer. The exhausting early morning session at the gym, maybe. The long walk through the countryside to get ingredients, perhaps. Moisture beads my brow. But cold evening winds and cloudless nights still mean making a hearty meal. Though the ease and pace of preparing this dish provides me with a sense of serenity.
Bellissimo.
Love this Louis! So sensual! I could see every step, and smell every ingredient. Well done! xx