Cooking Woes
My friend, G, sent me a recipe last year that popped back into my mind this week. By chance, a YouTuber I like, @Malissa, also mentioned it in her recent vlog. On Wednesdays, M goes to band practice. Typically, this results in a "girl dinner"/an all-girls-for-themselves meal (iykyk). BUT, occasionally, I will try to actually make us something to eat for when he gets home. I recall this recipe being easy. G isn't into complicated shit, but she does frequently forget that M & I eat 100% vegetarian at home. Luckily, this was one of the few meat/fish-free recipes she has sent me to try.
It is Ina Garten's "Summer Garden Pasta". So, around 4:45 PM today (EST), I went to work, knowing it must marinate for 4 hours. All was well. I sat down a while later and intended to continue updating my blog when all of a sudden, M asked me if the tomatoes had to be halved. I said "no?"
They had to be halved. You must half them, people.
I did almost crash out & was on the verge of tears. It is very dramatic, but there is something about a cooking task, especially when gone wrong, that really digs deep into me. I did not move to fix my mistake. You see, I had decided to have ice cream before dinner today. I did not want it to melt. It was almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit today. So I ate it, trying not to have a salty tear fall in. Then I got up and did the deed. My hands were extremely oily, and the knife slipped dangerously close to my fingers a few times, but I managed well enough. Cue to a quote I read last night in my book ("Death Lights a Candle" by Phoebe Atwood Taylor) that is quite apt:
But the doctor demurred. "I can manage very well." And after knocking over two ash-trays and bumping into the table, he finally left.
Anyway, the meal turned out decent. If you want something with relatively easy prep, this is a good option. I recommend pairing with this nice NA drink pictured below, if you can get your hands on it.
