What it is about starting a new tradition and keeping up with that tradition that really puts a warmth in my heart, I may never know. Crepe Sunday, 4th of july at the Newport Aquatic Center, taco Tuesday, Wednesday morning tea with my little dog... I suppose it may have something to do with the anticipation of something you really are looking forward to. Or, perhaps, adding little reasons to celebrate daily life and the ones I get to live it with. I have always been an advocate for the little things, because appreciating beauty in things that aren't necessarily profound can make something mundane feel much more special.
So, let's talk about pasta Sunday. Oh yes, you read that correctly. Pasta Sunday. Two weeks ago, I attempted papa sisto. a favorite from a small San Diego restaurant called Salvatore's Cucina Italiana. I think I need to elaborate on Salvatore's, I feel it gives a lot of insight into why my Italian heritage is so important to me... We discovered this place on a long weekend in the San Diego area when I made the grave error of waiting until 3pm on a Saturday to call for reservations in downtown... Oops. My grave error led us to choose Italian food, an old standby for us. I found Salvatore's on yelp and by some miracle combination of mediocre reviews and a location slightly removed from the bustling downtown, we were able to make a reservation.
As we walked through the door, we noticed the sweet strums of a harp in the corner and the whole restaurant was adorned in a rather charming upscale yet old fashioned Italian decor. Upon first glance, one might mistake it for being slightly garish. With closer examination, however, every bit of it is rather purposeful.
Throughout the course of the meal, we were treated to some of the best service and food we have ever experienced. I decided, for my main course, to try the papa sisto. When it comes to food, I consider myself to be very adventurous. I will try anything and everything at least once. At Salvatore's, however, the papa sisto is so delicious that I haven't been able to bring myself to order anything different on the numerous occasions we have revisited.
Excellent as everything was, the most remarkable part of the meal was the pace. True to Italian culture, we luxuriated over our meal and our time together. The food, though incredible, was "under the table" (more on that later).
So, back to pasta Sunday. In an effort to recreate the feel of our luxurious italian meals, Anthony and I have taken to getting in touch with our italian roots and making a different dish every Sunday. Cooking together is so relaxing and brings us and our family together in such a lovely way.
So, what's the point of this? I suppose the point is that building new traditions together serves a vital purpose. Celebrate every day. Find joy in the otherwise mundane. There's always something new to look forward to.