RECIPE: Pasta with garden sauce

I first had this at my aunt and uncle’s house. My Uncle Reno, who’s 100% Italian, told me about how his mother used to go out in the garden, chop up a bunch of vegetables, saute them in a big pan, and serve them over pasta. It was so delicious, I had to try it out for myself. Mine is a lot different from his, but it’s one of my favorite dishes. I feel lucky to have made it for Popi months before he passed, when he could still eat; I got to cook for my grandparents, who have for years cooked for me. It was a wonderful feeling.

Anyway, this is my first photo essay, so I’m going to try to be less verbose. (But you guys know that won’t be easy.)

INGREDIENTS:

1 whole tomato per person
1 onion
a couple cloves of garlic
salt, pepper
basil, oregano, parsley (preferrably fresh, but dried is tasty, too)
grated cheese (I like a parmesan/romano blend)

pasta (angel hair, thin, or regular spaghetti)

Note: I forgot to get a shot of the diced up tomatoes, but thought they looked really pretty. They were so red and yummy looking! They were from Noni’s and Popi’s garden up at the lake.

Rinsed tomatoes

Before you do anything else, put up your pot of water for the pasta, then chop up your tomatoes. Heat up your pan on low heat, lightly cover the bottom of it with olive oil, chop up your onion, and throw it in.

Pasta with garden sauce, step 1

Pasta with garden sauce, step 2Pasta with garden sauce, step 3I like kosher salt best, but any rough salt — like ground sea salt — or regular table salt is just as good in the end.

Seasoning: basil, oregano, parsleyPasta with garden sauce, step 4Remember, keep your heat low, or else they’ll burn. It’s happened to me.

Pasta with garden sauce, step 5That photo should also say, “Turn up heat to HIGH.” You should add about a half cup to a whole cup of water, depending on how much. This sauce isn’t meant to be, um, saucy. It’s chunky with a little bit of juice. Simmer, and bring to a boil. The grated cheese thickens up the water.

Once your pasta is cooked, drain the water and add some olive oil to it to keep it from sticking (especially if it’s angel hair, although angel hair will still be sticky to some degree, so I recommend thin pasta).

Pasta with garden sauce, step 6Hot dog bun garlic bread makes a great side!

More recipes coming soon! Try this one out and let me know what you think.

Just another Thanksgiving list

As much as I’ve been whining lately, I have a lot to be thankful for.

I have two sweet cats (even though they aren’t so sweet to each other). I have a printer that does print (even though it is mentally challenged), and a laptop, both of which I use to write stories. Which reminds me — I am thankful that I have the ability to put my thoughts and feelings and imagination into words.

I have an awesome sister who is my best friend, and an awesome best friend who is like a sister. I have a beautiful family: my mom, dad, sister, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. I have a boyfriend who fits me completely.

I also have a mouth, which can taste and chew and eat (pleasepleaseplease let 2:00 tomorrow come quickly)! I have a body that may be diseased, but does allow me — roadblocks and all — to do what I love , and I am so thankful for that.

I have a great group of friends, both online and offline. I have a job that, although it can be stressful, I love, and allows me to work from home, during my own hours. I am so thankful that I don’t have to get up early in the morning, that I can work in my pajamas or sweats, and take as many breaks as I want, so that I can rest when I need to.

I have a beautiful niece and beautiful godchildren.

I have so much good in my life that, when I lump it all together, it far outweighs the bad.

And that is what I’m most thankful for.

What are you thankful for?

The house sitting post

House sitting for my aunt was PARADISE, I tell you. I went from living with a whole mess of family to, well, just me. I didn’t even have to worry about the cat (although I did really miss her and I think she actually missed me, too). I had three bathrooms, a kitchen, dining room, living room, office, and bedroom, as opposed to one bathroom, two bedrooms, a kitchen, dining room (AKA my room; that’s another post for another day), and the living room. I always had hot water, never had to wait to take a shower, and a fridge that produced ice and water.

I also had an intruder.

As I dried off after taking a nice hot (bubble!) bath in my aunt’s Whirlpool tub, I heard a sound downstairs. Suddenly, being alone didn’t appeal to me too much. “Who’s there?” I said, feeling a little silly. It was probably just the house settling. Quit being a baby, I told myself. There’s no one here.

I got dressed and turned the water on to brush my teeth. A sound erupted, something between the sound of a vacuum cleaner and a tornado. It split the sound barrier in half, so if I screamed I never heard it. I ran into the hall, in the direction where the sound came from. Immediately I realized that it was coming from Katarina‘s bathroom and ran right in. I don’t know what ran through my head, or what I expected to find or what I thought I would do when I found it.

If the whirring, mind splitting tornado sounded loud in the master bedroom, it was World War II in LA in the bathroom. I peered into the tub and read one word on the digital display: DRY.

The tub was drying itself.

A self-drying tub had given me a heart attack and had almost prompted me to call my dad. I can just imagine the conversation we would have had:

“There’s an air raid alarm going off in the house! I don’t know where my uncle keeps his ammo! Come get me!”

He would have arrived to find me huddled under the bed with a walkie-talkie clutched in my hand. Or my stuffed penguin.

The real thing

Running around on xmas really takes a toll — especially when you’re running on about two hours of sleep.

For xmas eve, Mike came over for dinner. We had all kinds of seafood: scallops, white cod fillet, some other kind of fillet, and of course the requisite pasta. Noni made lasagna for Mike, since he’s allergic to fish. We had tuna sauce, white clam sauce, some other kind of seafood white sauce, and regular sauce for Mike. Dessert was two kinds of cheesecake — the Jell-O kind and homemade baked — and apple pie. I was so full I could only manage a tiny sliver of the homemade cheesecake, and couldn’t even finish that.

Between dinner and dessert we did gifts. I gave Mom and Lauren their embroidery gifts, and Lauren Wall-E and a To Write Love On Her Arms tee shirt. (I had taken Mom to see It’s A Wonderful Life on stage in November as her gift.) Dad really liked the small First Aid kit and thermos set I got him for hunting. Mike liked his gifts, too. Continue reading

Because I'm somewhere in between

This morning I babysat Katarina for my Aunt Rikki so that she could get some work done. Poor little Kat is sick with a viral infection in her throat and an ear infection, so she wasn’t her usual happy self. Uncle Reno pumped me full of coffee, even though I had already bought a cup at Dunkin Donuts.

I got home early this afternoon and since then I’ve been working on the Letters of Love site. My goal is to have it finished by tonight, but it’s hard to work right now. I have a lot on my mind. It also doesn’t help that the particular person whom is causing all of this grief refuses to answer their phone and talk to me.

This is a huge waste of a post, but I know if I keep going I’ll say things I may regret later on.

Anyway, Mike and I watched Midnight Meat Train last night on FearNET and it was pretty good. I just wish Clive Barker could have given us some sort of explanation for the odd things the antagonist pulled off of his skin every night. It was very B-movie and very Clive Barker.

Edit: I finally got in touch with the person in question. Hopefully I will be able to sit down and talk to them soon.