Mitchell and I found ourselves in need of NYE plans after our pajama-jammy-jam fell through at the last minute; a mutual interest in PORK CHOPS and PASTA led to a late-night, Italian dinner at home. After
As we rang in the New Year with Amaretto (me) and single malt Scotch (MIO MARITO), we were elated in the realization that we may have accidentally started a new tradition. BUT. While this year we refrained from taking part in the post-New Year's dinner, out-with-the-old, in-with-the-new, Italian tradition of tossing the dishes out the window - I can't promise the same restraint next year. We STILL have plates in the sink.
ONE: ricotta and basil crostini with olive oil, lemon zest, and black sea salt. TWO: an EXTREME CLOSE UP of some Very Handsome Anchovies (and romaine, and parmesan, and olive oil/balsamic). THREE: roasted tomatoes, zucchini, and garlic - all about to meet their maker (aka the food processor and a WHOLE LOT of basil). FOUR: our table; please note that SANTA SOPHIA joined us for dinner. FIVE: SOUNDTRACK. "Al Di La" was the HIT of the night. SIX: lemon sorbet and my grandmother's (espresso-filled) teacups. SEVEN: after dinner we found out our friend Nelson was USTREAM DJing; we did a LOT of embarrassing AIR KEYBOARDING and other assorted tomfoolery to Stevie Wonder, KC and the Sunshine Band, LL Cool J, etc. EIGHT + EIGHT 1/2: that's amore.