The pasta reminds me of my childhood but the green in it reminds me of Costa Rica and the northern mountains where I tasted arugula for the very first time as an adult. I remember how adventurous I was then, as a younger Jon, with a more adventurous culinary pallet. But the cold pasta completely represents home for me. This dish is summer, simple and supper tasty. It’s clean and pure with a little bit of a spank. If I were going to try to translate it to someone who couldn’t taste, through visuals alone, I’d use the color yellow. A yellow which fades out to a cream and inside of it I’d put an orange lightning bolt through it. It’s harmony. If I had to sum it up in one emotion I’d say this dish is “comfort.”