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The Mysteries of Tortellini

Brian and I were a few months into our relationship, and I still hadn't 1) _____________ for him. He was a classically trained, professional 2) _____________ , and that intimidated the hell out of me. I was an appreciative audience, though, and would try 3) _____________  he prepared for me when he came to my house with his wok and knives and saute pans to seduce me with his cooking. But the thought of cooking for a chef 4) _____________  me. Mostly because the foods I knew how to make  involved cans and jars and pounds of meat, your choice, which you 5) _____________  into one pot and called a meal. Casserole. Lasagna. Or my roommate's specialty: pork chops smothered in cream of mushroom soup. Standard fare from our southern
Ohio upbringing. But definitely not something to serve to a California chef.

But I was 6) _____________  to feel guilty. So one Wednesday, after he had cooked one of his meals for me, I announced that I would make dinner for him Saturday 7) _____________ . He looked impressed and said that he would be over at
seven o'clock .

I bought an Italian 8) _____________  at the drugstore and found a recipe that looked doable: Tortellini. From scratch.

Saturday afternoon, I made the filling. No 9) _____________ . I made the dough, starting with the egg in the well of flour, which magically transformed into a mound of dough. I began to feel pretty 10) _____________ . Even cocky, if truth be told.

"Keryn, where's that rolling pin?" I called out to my 11) _____________ , who had promised to disappear for the evening.

"What rolling pin?" she yelled from the living room.

"You know," I said, "the 12) _____________  one."

"We don't have a rolling pin," she called out.

Stopping to close my eyes, I remembered where that pin was. In my mother's kitchen. 2000 miles away. And it was
6:30 p.m.

I glanced around the kitchen, swearing under my breath. My eyes lit on a bottle of wine I had 13) _____________  to go with dinner. Not as good as my mother's rolling pin, since it had only 14) _____________  handle, but it would have to do. I rolled as best I could, breaking into a sweat even though the air conditioner was going. I then cut the dough with a water 15) _____________ , and from there I seemed to be back on track. I covered a baking sheet with tortellini, properly filled and twisted into shape.

Just as I was 16)  _____________ , the doorbell rang. I slammed the tray of pasta into the fridge and greeted my dinner guest, flour dusting my clothes, my face shiny and flushed. He had brought along a bottle of sparkling wine and a rose to celebrate the 17) _____________ .

A glass of champagne later, I was collected enough to begin cooking the tortellini. The pot of water began to boil. He watched with interest as I pulled the baking sheet out of the 18) _____________ , and his eyes popped when he saw the rows of tiny twisted shapes. "You made that? By hand? I don't even make that, and I have a pasta 19) _____________ ."

I dropped the pasta into the boiling water, then served them. They looked beautiful. We sat down, and I watched as he put one in his mouth and chewed. And chewed. And 20) _____________ . I tried one. They were as dense as a pencil 21) _____________ .

It was over. I knew it. I had had a good thing going and now he'd survive the meal, then beg off early with a headache and disappear into the summer evening, his box of knives and pans never to spend the night in my apartment again.

But he ate them. 22) _____________  last one of them, only admitting that, yes, they were a little thick, but really not bad. So I confessed the story of the rolling pin. He didn't laugh. His look told me that this guy was the one.

When people ask us when we knew it was the real 23) _____________ , Brian says, "The first time she cooked dinner for me. She made me tortellini - from scratch." And I say, "The first time I cooked for him, he ate my tortellini."

(– Kristina Streeter, Napa, California)

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Questions

1. Why was the story-teller worried about making tortellini for her boyfriend?

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2. Why did the story-teller use a bottle to roll out the tortellini?

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3. How did the story-teller's tortellini taste? Did her boyfriend care?

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Vocabulary:

tortellini: an Italian dish, like ravioli

a few months into our relationship: we had been dating (or boyfriend and girlfriend) for a few months; relationship = love; 愛情関係

intimidate (verb): scare; 脅迫する; "intimidated the hell out of me"=scared me a lot

appreciative audience: appreciative (adj) = able to understand and like something; 鑑賞眼のある; audience = somebody who watches something; 聴衆, 観客

wok: a Chinese frying pan; 中華なべ

saute pan: saute = ソテー; a little pan for lightly frying meat or vegetables in oil

seduce (verb) : make somebody like or love you;  誘惑する; そそのかして…させる[させない] ((into, from)); 魅惑する.

involve (verb): be connected with, use; こみ入らせる

casserole (noun): 蒸し焼きなべ

cream of mushroom soup: an example of a typical canned soup that is used to make a casserole

standard fare: typical meal; for example, "Rice and fish are standard fare in Japan."

upbringing: how one was raised by their parents; 養育

definitely not something to...: absolutely not good to do; not appropriate

looked impressed: seemed impressed; impressed (adj) = thought it was really good

doable (adj): possible; do + able = can do; なされうる

cocky (adj): over-confident;気取った

rolling pin: めん棒