What a fine time we had together last evening, our third “Pasta Sunday” at Longleaf. Children from seven to 13 slammed cannon balls, shouted, laughed and squirted each other with fish-shaped water guns in the pool. Maggie, the many nicknamed chocolate lab, tried to catch a football being tossed from Dad to kid in the water and got so excited she almost went sliding into the pool.
One youngster, a sixteen year old with her future on her mind and Monday morning looming, sat inside at the diner booth, working on calculus problems. I took her a small antipasto plate to go with her “power” water.
We adults sat outside in the shade, sharing a glass of grape, enjoying the slow pleasure of a long August sunset, and revelling in the joyful chaos of our healthy, boisterous kids.
Last night was our third “Pasta Sunday” — and I don’t believe it is too early to declare that an excellent tradition is in the process of being born.
The menu was simple:
Antipasti (sliced cucumber, yellow and red sweet peppers, garlic olives, Kalamata olives, and carrots)
Caesar Salad with Frank Faddis’ recipe for the real deal caesar dressing
Fedellini with “Smoky Mountains” Red Sauce
Big bowl of red and green grapes
The kids ate outside in their swimsuits. The rest of us hunkered down at the kitchen bar, telling stories and laughing. A loving grown son gave shoulder rub-downs to his dad and sister. They sighed in contentment. Reluctantly, we looked at our watches.
Everyone pitched in for the clean-up.
Last one out had to close the gate.