Pasta dinner

Seems like I've been waiting for this meal for a long time.

Picture perfect setting. The Coluseum down at the end of the road, a beautiful young lady across the table from me.

A bottle of red wine (and an homage to Grandpa and Grandma Zaccagnino by dipping our bread in our wine, a common practice at Sunday dinner, and one I carry on), a starter of prosciutto and mozzarella (Amanda had a caprese salad) before the penne arrabiata arrived, and then dessert of tiramisu and espresso.

Perfecto!

I could get used to this...