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.