Yochi was burned out. He was burned out, so he wasn’t thinking rationally. This whole tour idea obviously came from a place of desperation, and Pessie didn’t blame him
The path to a man’s heart, Pessie knew, was paved with pasta. Pasta, in a thick, creamy sauce. Without any vegetables, chalilah.
She diced a large white onion, then tossed it into a few tablespoons of melted butter. Good thing Yochi tolerated onions. Tomato sauce, vodka — real vodka, no ready sauces in Pessie’s kitchen — heavy cream, and lots and lots of grated parmesan cheese. If her clients were to see this….
She texted Yochi. What time will you be home?
Late. Eat supper, don’t wait for me.
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