Basil and sun-dried tomatoes, and cheese, and a new grater for it – everything’s waited to be used long enough.
A little about pappardelle
The 1st of December is not a festive day at all, the usual one in the sequence of weekdays. And it started how it was supposed to get started – with work. We’re gonna shoot pasta today. Basil and sun-dried tomatoes, and cheese, and a new grater for it – everything’s waited to be used long enough.
Exactly today I found out that wide (about 16 mm) pasta is called pappardelle. Sounds funny to me. So we got to shooting these “amusing” noodles. An appetite becomes really wild, when you have finally set up the composition and go around taking pictures, looking for “delicious” foreshortening, analyzing the lightening. A smell just crawls into your nose and after some time you simply wanna sit down and gobble everything right up!
Christmass festivities beginning
And after a fertile day (when the weather doesn’t indulge you with the sun and clear sky), it’s great to surprise your child and, holding hands, set off to the movies to see the kindest cartoon possible, the one as “The Good Dinosaur”. It’s great to laugh and to feel a little sad, but to know that there’s nothing stronger than love and kindness!
And then, after the movies, you just exit the cinema and drown in the atmosphere of approaching holidays!
Sleepy square has been frozen up as if in waiting for the miracle in the morning – Christmas fair counters (cute little wooden cabins), an ice rink, beautiful lanterns… And as if somebody put the switch into the “ON” position, it all comes to life in the evening. Only music, mysterious light in the windows, shimmering varicolored light bulbs, fragrances of just cooked dishes in the frosty air, kids’ laughter and the crowd’s hum are being added now. You’re being attracted as with a magnet here.
The festive atmosphere completely switches off the rational person in you and you find yourself peeking into the each cabin. Here you have Christmas decorations, farther – interesting textile products, clay tableware, cheese and honey and flickering horns and magic wands for the sharp-set children. Here you’ve got wooden toys, and it smells incredibly from this cabin – apparently the trdelniks (traditional Czech and Slovak dessert, which is made of sweet dough being rolled on a metal cylinder and cooked on the open fire) are being made. How great it is (having walked and become cold) to buy a hot roll-up sweet covered with ground nuts, which burns your fingers and smells with cinnamon!
A year comes to its end. We gotta finish so many plans, sum up, put up the priorities, make new desires and outline new aims!
And in this everyday hurry and turmoil it’s important to share with kindness and attention, get away from your choirs and spend the evening together. I wish love and warm evenings to everybody.
Yevgeny Leonov’s letter
P.S. Having finished writing the post, peeked into the Facebook newsfeed and saw a Yevgeny Leonov’s letter to son. My eyes welled up. I don’t know how, but sometimes your thoughts are just being red from somewhere and put right in front of you.