a rendez-vous around ravioli

a rendez-vous around ravioli

he required a difficult recipe
to even consider meeting her tonight
for a cooking rendez-vous.
she looked through her most complicated
cookbooks and settled on ravioli with
an Asian flourish, an extra enticement.
knives were sharpened, cutting boards
scrubbed, tools of the trade laid out.
A mix of ground chicken, razor-thin
sliced shrimp, freshly grated ginger,
lemon zest, oyster sauce and soy sauce
spooned precisely between two eggroll
wrappers, edges pinched and fluted.
each ravioli was laid out on oiled
parchment paper while her garden
tomatoes and basil were diced and
sauted for a succulent sauce.
Ravioli went for a short swim in
a roiling water bath, exiting
dripping, ready to be drenched
in sauce, roasted pine nuts and
freshly grated parmesan cheese.
They sat down at the old pink
dinette table, worshiped
the beautiful ravioli and ate
every last one.