So, if I had nothing to do one cold, rainy, wintry afternoon, I would cook the sweetest little (imported) tomatoes I could find with some squashed garlic and chilli, boil up a huge pan of spaghetti and eat it smothered in parmesan (the spaghetti, not me). Italian beauty, Sofia Loren made it all OK by once saying “Everything you see I owe to spaghetti”.
I would light the fire and I would eat it curled up on the sofa. I would drink Chianti Classico Riserva, swirling it around in a big glass to release the aromas (the acidity in the wine goes well with the acidity of the tomato sauce and brings out the fruitiness – tart redcurrant and cherry – and hint of spiced clove and fig in the wine…). I would put the bottle beside me on the table (just in case) and I would watch any Sofia Loren film.
I love Sofia Loren: so beautiful and ballsy and not afraid of eating and drinking. She even offered advice “Spaghetti can be eaten most successfully if you inhale it like a vacuum cleaner”. And, just like that, the reverie is broken and I am back at work…
Very enthusiastic wine lover who loves a party!