However! The joys of flatsharing are that all flat inhabitants are awake and involved in the cooking, and so can't be disturbed. Even better, instead of having to send pajh home so I can go to bed, I can be floating about in my pyjamas (and getting in the way). This time, however, I was allowed to help! This is mostly because P was Cruelly Savaged by a Very Sharp Knife. There's something endearing about a grown man sucking his thumb (to prevent bleeding) and directing chopping operations by gesticulating.
The resulting pasta - created by combined effort - is a thing of exceeding yummyness. In order to mark the occasion, this evening I made my plate of pasta pose for me (for a total of one minute before I fell upon it, ravenous). So, have some arty-pasta shots:
Tomato-y goodness:
Cheese meltinnggg:
Tomato sauce AND melting cheese:
Hungry yet? Just one more:
On a completely unrelated note, there was a nice sunset this evening, and since I was pootling about with my camera anyway, I photographed it:
A little later:
And a bonus shot; a red sunset taken much earlier this year:
