Here is a recipe my son,
On this particular occasion, I had told Giuliano I would make pasta if he looked after the rest of the dinner. He inspected the fridge, poked through the cupboards, checked the basil in the window box, and said, “It’s simple; all I need now is a chicken.” And, while it revealed a young man’s partiality for vigorous flavor (note the use of wine, vinegar, and lemon juice), simple it was and good. Incidentally, it demonstrates that if your kitchen—and your mind—are organized for Italian cooking, with just a quick trip to the market, you can produce a meal on short notice.
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