The other night I was exhausted and short on time so my brother volunteered to make a pasta for dinner. When I arrived, there was a splendorous smell in the air. Not only had he made food, but also a much loved starter: fried halloumi, now served with sliced plum cherry tomatoes and basil. I don't know why but the basil leaves a bizarrely great after taste reminiscent of gingerbread...
After enjoying the halloumi (as fresh off the pan as possible, before it goes all rubbery - I hate that!) were having spaghetti with red pesto, red onions, green and black olives, and cherry tomatoes, with grated parmesan on top. A quick demon mix of things he found in the fridge.
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