I got home from work last night at about 7:00. I wasn't really hungry, but I wished that Dave had made dinner. Wishful thinking. So even as ungrumbly as my stomach was, I still decided to cook. There was leftover salmon, giant slabs with rosemary that had been broiled by mom. I decided to make pasta, unoriginal and easy. Sauteed onion, biased-cut sugar snap peas and flaked salmon in a cream-based sauce with rice pasta. Too sticky, that damned rice pasta, but I felt like using it up. It wasn't great, but it worked. It reminded me, just for a moment, of living in Florence. Quick. Instant. Then gone again.