Paragraph on Spaghetti:
From Lo Corliss
I was gonna half-ass this, because who whole-asses a potluck? I can’t, though, because I just watched a YouTube video of Babish making a red sauce and now I can’t get it out of my head. I’m not really trying to impress anyone, though I guess I am arrogant enough to think that my tomato-averse friends might like this spaghetti. The pan lives in the oven for hours, taking on a life of its own. Roast tomatoes grow stout and hardy and meaty, and the edges of the pan blacken. My house smells like my Nonna’s house back when she was alive, still teaching every three-year-old who wandered through her door how to stuff manicotti. I’ve never thought that a smell might be a ghost, but we all know that smells are memories, and memories and ghosts are basically the same thing. Normally I wouldn’t let a thought like that take root, but as I fall asleep with roasted tomatoes in the air, all of the shadows seem to move on their own, like they’ve done this before.
About the Author: Lo Corliss is the editor of Emerald City Ghosts, a horror and paranormal magazine with a Pacific Northwest twist. She lives with her husband and (sadly) no cats in an apartment that may or may not be haunted.
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I could almost smell it cooking/ memories and ghosts go hand in hand
I tried the roasted tomatoes. No ghosts, but it changed my cooking.