ANOLINI

 

Anolini – pasta shells stuffed with meat

And cooked in broth, is what we’re eating;

Steam rises from plates but there’s no speaking,

We sip Chianti to moderate the heat

The first to break silence admits defeat;

Parmesan a generous sprinkling,

Grated black pepper our noses crinkling;

Each Christmas a ritual we repeat.

 

This dish from the mountains of Italy

For a few moments assumes full control,

Bringing peace to a fiery family

As methodically we drain the great bowl;

So let’s drink a toast to Anolini

Good for the body and good for the soul.

 

(C) David Subacchi.