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One night on the ship, my dinner included pasta in a creamy sauce with some kind of ham and other things... I don't remember all the details, but when D asked me how it was, I commented, "If alfredo sauce and carbonara sauce were ever to fall in love and have a child, this would be it." D pointed out that Alfredo and Carbonara sounded like a nice couple -- and the next thing I knew, we had outlined an opera.
Our main characters are Alfredo, a wealthy merchant, and Carbonara, his wife. They love each other, but Alfredo has, shall we say, a roving eye, and schemes with his manservant, Pesto (the comic relief), about assignations with other women that (thanks to Pesto's clever maneuverings) somehow never come about. Meanwhile, Carbonara secretly employs Pesto's girlfriend, the gypsy Puttanesca -- who, rumor has it, has lived a life of scandal -- ostensibly as a fortune-teller, but really she's seeking Puttanesca's advice on how to keep her husband happy. When things get too out of hand, the duke Bolognese has to step in and set things right. But Bolognese has problems in his own household; he and his wife, the gentle Marinara, are deeply concerned about their teenage daughter, Primavera, who has fallen in love with the mysterious foreigner, Hollandaise.
Looking this over now, I realize we've only got two acts at most, and we're nowhere close to an ending. Or, y'know, a score. It just cracked us up at the time, though. (It's possible that an excess of free wine had something to do with this.)
Our main characters are Alfredo, a wealthy merchant, and Carbonara, his wife. They love each other, but Alfredo has, shall we say, a roving eye, and schemes with his manservant, Pesto (the comic relief), about assignations with other women that (thanks to Pesto's clever maneuverings) somehow never come about. Meanwhile, Carbonara secretly employs Pesto's girlfriend, the gypsy Puttanesca -- who, rumor has it, has lived a life of scandal -- ostensibly as a fortune-teller, but really she's seeking Puttanesca's advice on how to keep her husband happy. When things get too out of hand, the duke Bolognese has to step in and set things right. But Bolognese has problems in his own household; he and his wife, the gentle Marinara, are deeply concerned about their teenage daughter, Primavera, who has fallen in love with the mysterious foreigner, Hollandaise.
Looking this over now, I realize we've only got two acts at most, and we're nowhere close to an ending. Or, y'know, a score. It just cracked us up at the time, though. (It's possible that an excess of free wine had something to do with this.)
