pistachio pasta
“You did?!” I gasped as if he had learned to fly.
“I put a banana on top of a pistachio.”
“YUM! You put
those two things together?: I tried to be cool.
“No!” he said “I
put the banana ON TOP of the pistachio.
“Oh that’s
cool. Like you mix cheese and pasta.”
“Or banana and pasta,” he suggested.
“Hmmm. Or tomatoes and bread!”
“Or banana and pasta.”
“What about pistachio and pasta?”
“Hmm… he thought about it. “Or banana and pasta. “
Eight hours later when it was time for dinner, I announced
with great excitement “Pistachio and pasta for dinner”! Okay, he said. Nate
shelled and crushed the nuts so he felt like he was helping. We made a joint
decision to add some parmesan cheese. In the end it was almost a pistachio
pesto—crushed nuts, cheese and olive oil…very sophisticated and yet childlike.
Of course, Nate refused to eat it and started picking out
the bits of nut. I realized then that I should have left them whole. That when
Nate said banana ON TOP of pistachio he meant NOT MIXED TOGETHER.
This is a good lesson for me. But wait isn’t it me who is
supposed to be giving the lessons…clearly we are still on the wrong path.