Chapter 44 The Russian Accent

• "Is that Russian food?," I asked before I could stop myself. Aleksander barked out a laugh and looked up from the pot of boiling water to glance at me over his shoulder. "No it's not"
• "It's a rather simple dish, actually. It just sounds fancy." I listened to him as l sat on the one of the stools at the kitchen island to watch him as he cooked.
• "Garlic, olive oil, parsley and Parmigiano_ reggiano tossed with angel hair pasta.... It's Italian and so simple to cook", He spoke.