There is nothing better than night pasta. It is leftover pasta eaten straight out of the fridge after everyone has been long asleep. You take a couple hurried bites, then wash it down with a glug (or more!) of wine straight from the bottle. Before rushing back to bed, stop for a moment, take in the quiet and just breathe for a minute. I think it is the combination of carbs plus peace and quiet that makes this a spot-on cure for all that ails you. 

Tonight I had linguini with broccoli and peas eaten after a long snowy day and a tiring evening trying to get Rowan settled. Later that night, I found myself unsettled, and this did the trick. Here is the recipe: 

quiet kitchen

cold garlicky pasta 

solitude