When she comes to Opa's house for the weekend, she brings her violin and I work with her, playing along on my cello. Then we eat chocolate and cookies. Nothing says loving like an Opa spoiling the pants off of you!
I whipped that up while I was grilling, caramelizing the onions and garlic, cooking the pasta in chicken stock, and then tossing it with hand grated Parmigiano-Reggiano. It was sinfully delicious!