was a lot of nothing worth losing or getting back,
I took out a jar of olives, a bottle of capers,
a container of leftover tomato sauce with onions,
put a generous portion of each in olive oil
just hot enough but not too hot,
along with some minced garlic and a whole can of anchovies,
until the mixture smelled like a streetwalker's sweat,
then emptied it onto a half pound of penne, beautifully al dente,
under a heap of grated pecorino romano
in a wide bowl sprinkled with fresh chopped parsley.
If you had been there, I would have given you half,
and asked you whether its heavenly bitterness
made you remember anything you had once loved.
Michael Hefferman
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..and just in case "lower corridors" caught your attention,
along with "an early afternoon" :
The story is not about the burgoisee living in the chateau,
It's about the cook.
At his free time,
making a meal out of leftovers,
trying to entertain and cheer up the head of maids who's been mesmerized by her secret love for the burgoise artist, the owner of the chateau.
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