Devil as it was beautiful. I saw her go into that bar at 23:32 and at 23:33 I knew what I should do. He had long fingers and slender, quick movements, nervous eyes that begs to be set. And I stared a long time, until our eyes inevitably crossed through spectra of smoke hung in the air.
I read in my mind and I was reading in his. He moved from the front of a lock of hair that long charcoal covering her forehead, then smiled, without stopping to look. I did not have the slightest idea of \u200b\u200bhow it would end that evening, but of course I knew that it was time to give in to emotions.
moved people around her that I still had not given a face. They called Alba. Clearly heard their voices as I approached her. I knew I was certainly running a risk at that time. I could have come across as a man, or, and perhaps would have been the worst thing I could fall for her. I could not afford it. But that was my job: to ask questions and find the culprits.
The bartender
dark angel had described in minute detail and I do not need to cover the identikit understand that this was the woman who was looking for "Miss ... please. Can you come with me for a chat? "I asked, showing my badge.
She did not answer. He put out his cigarette and ended up drinking the cocktail resting on the table. Then he got up and walked in front of me without saying a word.
turned into the back door of the room and we were both wrapped in the darkness of the courtyard outside.
"Let's go to her," Alba said, "I'm hungry." Then he started walking, pulling in my car. How did he know it was mine? Because he wanted to go home? But above all, I should accommodate his intentions? At that moment the voice of my instinct was screaming more than my reason and so, I slipped the keys in the ignition and within minutes we were in front of my apartment.
"Cucinami something," he said again, "In the face of a good dish to answer all your questions."
Shortly after we ate and drank a lot. Rinviai the questions later. A still later. Then the next morning. I heard her slip out from the sheets when the sun had not risen yet and I knew if I did not stop at that moment, I would see again.
I did not do anything.
Of her I was only that name.
I whispered when the first light filtered through the curtains. Alba.
If you want someone to sing while you are instructed to solve a murder case, not cucinategli of simple and delicious dumplings. But most importantly, it manages school a bottle of crisp white wine late at night. The desire to ask questions you will pass too quickly and will be replaced by very different needs.
That night, even when I was a detective, I had very few things in the fridge: a piece of bacon, fresh gnocchi, porcini mushrooms and frozen in a jar, a small white truffle of Alba. And those ten minutes I had to prepare something delicious and undemanding.
in a pan (not a wok, but almost), I heat extra virgin olive oil and a clove of garlic. Then, I removed the garlic and I added the bacon cut into matches. When it is browned, I added frozen porcini mushrooms (if fresh, the better). While the mushrooms lose water and the juice regained the right temperature, I threw the gnocchi in boiling salted water.
The two minutes that I've cooked pasta used salting the mushrooms, adding white pepper and chopped parsley. And finally, with the gnocchi to the surface now, I have joined and drained pasta to the sauce, making her jump a few seconds in the pan. Once the plates have the gnocchi sprinkled with Parmesan cheese, grated adding two light truffle (optional Absolutely. I only put it to work with the story told). And then. None. Only a long series of looks complicit with the aromas of this dish that melted in the air with the sweet scent of Alba.
INGREDIENTS: 400 grams of gnocchi, 250 grams of frozen mushrooms, 80 grams in one slice of bacon, olive oil, truffle, garlic, parsley, salt and pepper.
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