Taran Singh shares his pasta recipe while waiting to pick up his son from a martial arts class.
Every Tuesday, after picking up my 12-year-old son from middle school, I drop him off at the jiu-jitsu dojo, near our house. I get home and quickly get to my pasta ritual, which I proudly call jiu-jitsu pasta. The black belt here is to make a delicious meal that my son will approve of.
The shape of the pasta I choose can vary from the euphoric butterfly to the reflective shell or the twisted rainbow.
I then fill the tea kettle to the max line. While the kettle does its job, I comb through my rejuvenating garden.
Clipping plenty of greens and oregano. I rinse my stash, find a pan and switch the stove on.