GroundHog Day (closed for Rhev)

[rhev]

Signorie Franco as he insisted you call him by his first name continued his chatting while making the Manicotti.

"So, tell me Margaretta," he said, "You said on the phone that someone recommended me as a tutor. Now I don't think you need one, but I'm just curious, who recommended me? I only ask because I'll have to thank them for sending me such a beautiful and talented student."

He smiled and added, "You really don't need me as a tutor, I'm going to feel bad charging you for my time."

 

[intriguess]

"I went through several names, and I honestly can't recall who recommended whom." Which was true she had cast a wide net for Italian tutors, and lucked upon him fairly early in her search. Not that a woman wouldn't have been capable, but it just seemed more fun to be able to flirt and learn the flirting words so had chosen a male tutor.

"Well I insist on paying, if only because I have monopolized your time today."

 

[rhev]

Franco laughed, "yes yes, I said I'd feel bad, not that I wouldn't charge."

His laugh was broad and deep and genuine. He continued to make the meal and talk to Maggie in Italian the whole time. Finally after what seemed like an hour in the hot kitchen, he set down two plates on the small kitchen table. Each plate had two rolls of the delicious pasta. Franco then pours a glass of red wine for each of you and sits across from Maggie.

"Now," he continues, "One thing that's interesting is here in America we call this Manicotti. But if you go to Italia, be careful if you order this. True Manicotti is not pasta, but a crepe dish. This is called Cannelloni. It's here in America however that we use the two words to mean this dish."

He looks at Maggie expectantly, waiting for her to try it.