Gearing up for a hectic end of the year escalation before we leave, Joe and I decided to spend a day normally reserved for large gatherings of loved ones quietly, at home before joining some friends for dessert later in the evening. After a leisurely stroll to twin peaks, we sat at the top with a view of the city, sun warm on our backs contemplating what exactly it means for us to have November draw to a close, December and our last day of work close on it's heels. The reality of leaving looms over our day to day existence as we scramble to finish scheduling vaccinations and finalize plans throughout South America.
Times like these are precious, as we get ready for a year of instability, moments of reflection, with our beautiful city comforting us, are becoming more and more bittersweet.
We decided to make a simple pasta for dinner, just enjoying the rhythms of cooking together. Joe starting water to boil, as I sliced onion, fennel, olives and sun dried tomatoes. I had found a couple of recipes the day before that looked delicious, and what we were cooking was a blend of the two. It turns out this type of pasta is called a puttanesca, or spaghetti of the whore.