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The trip

As I continue my seemingly-forever fight with this upper respiratory bug, my husband Tom is in the warm Caribbean island of Trinidad and Tobago. He escorted his elderly mother there so she can escape the cold northeast winter for a few weeks, but not before I extracted a promise from him to fully document his trip. Armed with my Canon S5 and a Magic Jack (let’s see how that works out—so far, it’s been troublesome), he vowed to be this blog’s first ever “foreign correspondent.”

 
After some internet difficulties down there, I finally began to receive his first missives and photos. And so I’d like to introduce you to my husband Tom, intrepid travel reporter, currently working on assignment (ha! I get to pretend he works for me!) in his home country of Trinidad and Tobago. I love how he simply refers to it as “the island.” (I, on the other hand, come from a country with over 7,000 islands, so I’m going to start referring to my home country as “the islands.” Just to remind him who’s got more.)
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Pasta alla Tom

The other day, my husband and I went to Ikea to pick up some display cases. I love going to Ikea, because they always have neat stuff in the kitchen and dining department. Every time I walk through their showroom, I wind up wanting to re-decorate every room in the house. Twice. And yes, I’ve indulged in my share of their 50-cent hot dogs and or a nice plate of Swedish meatballs. With all the loading and packing up of those flat boxes, and the subsequent unloading, unpacking, and assembling pieces, I think a few helpings of fast food meat products is justifiable.

It’s awesome being married to someone as into kitchen stuff as I am. In addition to the display cases, he was also on a mission to find a specific kind of pot. A deep dish sort of saucepan-meets-wok that he can use to create a bunch of one-pot meals. We didn’t find one, but we did see a wok. I think it was selling for about 95 cents. (I kid. It was about $7.95, so I wasn’t far off.)

After the obligatory hot dog snack (and a few hazelnut chocolate bars), we headed home with our loot.

I had to get some work done at the computer, so my husband took over the kitchen. I could tell he was excited about using his new toy.
 

pasta alla Tom in the pan

Not bad, eh? A Trinidadian man, whipping up a mean Italian dish in his Chinese wok bought from a Swedish store while shopping with his Filipino wife.

Anyone need to borrow us for Diversity Show-and-Tell? Just drop me a line.

Of course, after I snapped the photo, he decided it needed more basil. A LOT more basil. Which is why the final dish looks much greener.
 

pasta alla Tom in a plate

Man oh man, did this taste seriously good. Pasta with olives, sun-dried tomatoes, capers, TONS of basil, freshly cracked black pepper, slivers of garlic, Asiago cheese, and bacon.

I may have to start pretending to be busy at the computer more often.