Archive for the 'pasta' Category

I’m a really awesome girlfriend.  Due to my dear Italian boyfriend’s culinary preferences, the past year I’ve been choking down a lot of sausages (hehe) and peppers.  Not to mention making homemade cavatelli.  And peanut butter cookies, which I don’t really even like.  Let’s not even talk about all that ball handling.  (And really, why [...]

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fail.

06Nov09

Sometimes, you start out with the best intentions.  The weather’s finally back down into the double digits, and then you happen upon such recipes like sweet potato gnocchi with fried sage and chestnuts.  I mean come on, seriously?  How can you not want that in your mouth right now?  If my overuse of italics hasn’t clued [...]

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tomato-tomahto

21Jun09

I’m not fancy. I’m fairly sure everything featured so far has been more than do-able for the home cook. And what could be simpler than Caprese?  Sweet, juicy tomatoes, cool, creamy mozzarella, and that bright, sunny basil.  Really, what could possibly make it better?  Well, ladies and gentlemen, that would be the answer to all [...]

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crazy tasty

09May09

So remember how I’m moving and life sucks ’cause I have nothing in my house?  And then I ran out of butter?  It was cause of this.  This tomato sauce.  This crazy ingenious lady, Marcella Hazan, thought to put butter in her basic tomato sauce.  This’ll be short and sweet–it is so, so good and [...]

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I am a little confused.  I drive home with the air conditioner on, yet wake up freezing my ass off, refusing to kick the covers off until the last possible moment.  Such is an Arizona winter: 80 high, 50 low.  (And  yes, enough of the snickering, 50 is cold.)  So when it came time, once [...]

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