The most delicious truffle pasta of my life
Sometimes you eat a dish that you can long for days, weeks, or even years later. During our wedding, I had the most delicious scoop of pistachio ice cream of my life (the setting probably had something to do with it), and since then I order a scoop of pistachio everywhere in the hope of reliving that flavor sensation. So far, the verdict is: book a ticket to Florence ASAP.
Since last week, I have found another dish that is impossible to surpass. At the Italian restaurant Pirandello in Landgraaf, Jon and I were unsuspectingly sitting on the terrace with a beautiful green view. The first dish was already heavenly, but then it suddenly appeared: the most delicious truffle pasta of my life. Moved to tears, Jon and I stared at each other while we cautiously nibbled from the same plate. For the first time in my life, I regretted that we always share dishes and that I had to share this portion. Honestly, I think it’s impossible to find this dish anywhere else. Luckily, Landgraaf is not as far to drive as Florence!
Monday was all about Glamour's 150th edition, and it was celebrated grandly. Upon seeing the line-up (including Ronnie Flex and Phalerieau), I immediately called my girlfriend from the south for a night out. We started the evening with a hellish sports class at Saints & Stars (believe me, even typing hurts right now…) and after a bite and a glass of bubbles, we headed to Paradiso. And then we found ourselves among all the twenty-something trendy girls of the moment, where I had thought until recently that I also belonged. But suddenly I see myself from a distance: sipping a bit too quickly from a glass of champagne (getting everything out of such an evening), listening to the songs of Ronnie Flex of which I only know the big hits, and a bit annoyed by the volume. At half past ten, I yawn at my girlfriend and we decide to head home. Delightfully chatting in our pajamas in bed, we spend another hour catching up on all the characters we’ve seen and scrolling through our Insta page for the day’s news. Ah, in that respect, we will always remain those young, giggling girls.
Soon our peace will be gone for good… Otis has been pulling himself up on everything that is loose and fixed for a few days now. And although I try not to be such a panicky mother who hovers over everything, I find it quite difficult to let go of that fear. It’s actually good for him to fall occasionally and learn his limits, but the moment he starts wobbling on his legs, I do set him safely down on the ground. And then this morning, the inevitable happened: Otis was happily playing on the bed with a dozen cushions around him, I walked away for two seconds to grab my clothes, and when I turned around, I just saw him sliding off the bed towards the ground. Thank goodness he mostly landed on his hands, but we were both quite shocked. After ten minutes of intense cuddling, he has somewhat recovered from the shock, but mama is still shaking. Now hoping he learned something from it and doesn’t crawl head first towards the edge of the bed so quickly, but the saying ‘a donkey doesn’t bump into the same stone twice’ doesn’t quite apply to babies.
