Recently, I was half-heartedly watching an interview with legendary fashion designer Diane von Furstenberg on TV while the hubby was distracted with his fantasy basketball league on the iPad. As she luxuriated on her plush couch, dressed in one of her coveted wrap dresses, she said something that deeply resonated with me and caught my attention. When asked by the British interviewer what it was- with the organized chaos brought about by astronomical success- that kept her sane, she imparts: “Solitude. Sometimes, we owe it to ourselves to just be alone.”
In this frenetic, modern lifestyle, we have taken huge pains to stay connected and be constantly “in the loop” with whatever new gadget that does the job fastest (and makes you look cool while doing it). But despite the constant need to be in touch with each other, there is that little voice that says when you need a little time on your own. Just be still and quiet, allow yourself to clear your mind. Or think. Whatever it is that you feel you need to do for yourself. Even as a young girl, I cherished these moments alone where I am allowed to dream and wish and wonder. And now, when the young girl’s daydreams are replaced with harsh realities, these little pockets of solitude are all the more precious.
Last weekend, I spent some of this sacred alone time with a plate of Profumo di Tartufo at La Nouva Pasteleria- a mountainous pile of tagliatelle in truffle-perfumed cream sauce and porcini mushrooms, topped with wide films of prosciutto. That rich cream, coupled with the dense earthiness of the mushrooms and the heady aroma of truffles, acted like a healing elixir for my soul. I tear off a little piece of ham as I roll the wide, flat pasta around my fork, and it imparts just the right amount of salty, porky flavor to an already highly immoral dish. I derived so much pleasure from it that, as I sat there alone, I was wishing that I had someone to share it with.
And enough for two, it truly was. I wrapped the remnants of the pasta and hurried home, feeling revived, my mind clear. I felt it in my bones that I was ready for a fresh week and the new experiences it will bring. Watching Matt scarf down the other half of the Profumo di Tartufo, hearing his grunts of approval (punctuated by the occasional commending profanity)- I count my blessings: I am only alone when I choose to be.
La Nuova Pasteleria
G/F San Antonio Plaza
McKinley Rd., Forbes Park
Tel. no. (632) 867 2370