When I was younger, I would make a very comforting pasta dish with my mother for when I was upset about things happening in my life. It was a very simple dish, but it was the memories and comfort that made it special. The recipe was white pasta with olive oil and fresh parmesan cheese. We used to buy this special olive oil, that was locally made by my mothers close friend. This dish became apart of my childhood and my mother and I used to watch our favorite show while making it. I am grateful for the memories this dish brought me no matter how simple it is.