Tagliatelle and Scampi in Garlic Wine Sauce
The minute we landed at the airport in Bologna, we made our way to the supermarket to buy a few things. Hubby was pretty sick of eating out, so I was expected to exercise my culinary skills now that I'm going to be part of the decoration once again.
Babies Sleeping in Plane
He saw some fresh raw scampi at the fishmonger's and said that maybe we should have some. Then the babies insisted that he bring them to the loo and he reluctantly left the supermarket. I was busy filling up the trolley with Danone chocolate creams when I thought I saw the fish guy switching off his weighing scale. Panic aboard so I went ahead and told him I wanted 10 of those scampis. 1 Kg. 47 Euros.
I nearly choked. But was too thin-skinned to tell him that I may not be sure of taking all that after all. So I went on and continued to fill up the trolley (with what I could barely remember at this point). The Hubby returned and I told him about the scampi. I wonder when he had suddenly become so sturdy because not only didn't he flinch, but he actually looked quite pleased with the idea of eating something fresh and maybe still alive a couple of hours ago.