There's no better way to prolong the summer than placing fruit on the table (strawberries and melon, you need some now). Because we've walked past this Italian restaurant on millions of occasions and I've been avoiding pasta due to the imaginary (husband's words) imperfections on the lower stitches of those jeans (but let's not discuss), I just knew I would be able to handle the whole plate of carbohydrates. Or so I thought. The spaghetti carbonara was hot and deliciously creamy but Nadia had other plans so instead of chowing down on it I let it go cold (still deliciously creamy) while visiting the bathroom and chasing her inside the darkened space. You know, being a mum to a girl of an energetic type is sort of exhausting. And who am I to stand in her way? Carbonara isn't that good after all, what d'ya think?
