February 5, 2010
Audrey zipped up her jacket. “I’m going.”
Carl and Evan were watching the Blazers on the tube. LaMarcus Aldridge picked up the foul, understanding that Blair does not have the size to play him in the post…
“What’s that mean, ‘posting somebody up’?” Evan asked.
“Your back is to the basket and you’re playing somebody right there,” Carl said.
Audrey planted herself in front the TV, facing Carl. “If you’re gonna make hot dogs, have a salad. Okay?”
As soon as she was out the door, Evan turned the game on in the kitchen. The Blazers have been struggling with turnovers… Evan was sniffing a wedge of Rogue bleu cheese when Audrey rushed back inside. He made a face at his horrible cheese mistake.
Audrey laughed. She grabbed her phone and left again. Evan took out a hard wedge of Pecorino Romano, then snapped a dish towel and tied it around his waist.
“So what’s it gonna be?” Carl asked. Ginobli rebounds for San Antonio…
“It’s gonna be Italian,” Evan said. He produced shallots, garlic, fresh basil and a box of fettuccini from the pantry. He went back in for the olive oil.
Carl searched the utensil drawer. “Where’s the garlic press?”
Evan smashed two garlic cloves with the side of his knife. “We don’t need no stinkin’ garlic press.”
Evan chopped the shallots and cut the basil into a fine chiffonade. He heated olive oil in a large steel skillet, then sautéd the shallots, garlic, salt and freshly ground pepper and splashed in a few ounces of pinot gris. The Blazers have turned up the heat defensively…
Carl boiled the pasta and made double use of the heat by steaming broccoli on top. The steam burned his little finger— “oww!”—which he doused with cold water. They’ve been plagued by injuries all year. Can they hold on here tonight?
Evan tasted the sauce. He reached for the salt, then stopped himself and retrieved some razor-thin prosciutto from the fridge. “Mmmm,” he said, “I almost made a mental error.” They’re going to a quicker lineup for the last seconds…
Moving swiftly now, Carl drained the fettuccini into a bowl. Evan spooned on the sauce, tossed it gently and topped it with minced parsely and finely shredded cheese.
Audrey got home after the game was over. She paused in the kitchen—Aldridge smelled it out so well for the Portland Trail Blazers, who beat the San Antonio Spurs 96-93—and made a little note to herself:
Ask Felder to return garlic press.
©2010 Pam Wells