Community. That’s been a popular buzz word lately. Grape Tomato Spaghetti doesn’t have a whole lot to do with community, unless you are planning on serving it when you have guests, but it’s a subject which has been on my mind lately. There are so many communities we are a part of, most without even realizing it. One of my more unique communities is a group of people I don’t really know. Actually, I don’t think I would even recognize them if I were to see them in the light of day. You see, this is a group of people I only see in the dark. In order to have the time to run, I have to get up well before the sun. I am very lucky to have a walking/running/biking trail very close to where I live. It is a very popular trail during the day, but pre-dawn… not so much. There are a few regulars, however, that do make it out. There is the older guy who walks/jogs and always has a cheerful “good morning” and a wave for me. There is another older gentleman, who runs slowly along and grunts his hello (but nary a word if I pass him on my way back, figuring he said his hello once, so why waste the energy saying it again). The woman, who is about my age, who walks on the sidewalk as opposed to the dirt trail, but still waves across the way, and always has a great smile. The couple, who look and smell like they’ve both showered and gotten ready for the day before taking their morning coffees and two poodles are out almost everyday for their morning walk. There are several runners who zoom right past me like I’m not even there, ignoring my wave and good morning, but I still see them on a regular basis, so whether they want to be or not, they are a part of this unique group. Then, there are the couple of people whom I actually do know. The ones that give me a short break in my run to stop and chat with and put a smile on my face. It may be odd to feel like this is an actual community, but it’s a place where there is a shared interest. We are all out there with the same goal in mind, making the same sacrifices to get there. I have had friends wonder how safe it is out there that early in the morning, but the only thing I’ve ever been even a little nervous about are the coyotes. I do carry my pepper spray, but most of the time I don’t even think about it. I love the alone time, but I love knowing that I’m not really alone. I have my community with me. Where are some of the unusual places you find community?
Grape Tomato Spaghetti
[recipe from Little Bites of Everything]
4 Tbsp extra virgin olive oil
1 shallot, sliced thinly
6 cloves garlic, minced
4 cups grape tomatoes, halved
2 sprigs of basil, sliced into ribbons
¼ cup Parmesan cheese, grated
Salt and pepper to taste
8oz cooked spaghetti
Heat the olive oil in a large sauce pan over medium heat. Add the shallots and sauté until tender, about two minutes. Add in the garlic and sauté for another couple of minutes, being careful not to burn it. Mix in the tomatoes. Heat until they begin to soften and get a bit juicy. Sprinkle in half of the basil. Cook while stirring until the basil becomes fragrant and the sauce begins to thicken. Add half of the parmesan cheese, stirring to combine. Add the cooked spaghetti, tossing to mix. Sprinkle the rest of the cheese and basil over the top and serve immediately with crusty garlic bread.