I was informed by my offspring that I had just prepared essentially the most ordinary of pasta dishes. A common staple in every household.
Last night I suffered the next indignity. A version of the this ordinary staple elevated to the sublime. The anchovies were delicate, gently flavored and not at all salty. The garlic forward, yet not in control. The breadcrumbs light; just enough to attract flavor. And the olives, by me a salty addition, here forgotten.
Of course, words come from the mouth while dinner passes the other way. Two different realms. All I can say is the flavor was so stunning I forgot to take a picture.
But I learned a new word. Dolci is sweet but salato is savory.