I made this for dinner last night.
Except I didn’t have any sweet Italian turkey sausage, so I used hot Italian pork sausage.
And I didn’t have two red bell peppers, so I used a combo of yellow, orange and green.
Also, I used Mexican oregano, and dried basil.
Only three garlic cloves.
There was no Marsala wine handy, so I substituted apple cider.
Ditto the fresh Italian sandwich rolls, so I served it over spaghetti.
Doubled up on the red pepper flakes.
Oh, yeah, and I added a garnish of flat-leaf Italian parsley and grated a little Parmigiano-Reggiano over it.
Now that I think about it, I guess I didn’t make this after all.
But it was still pretty goddamn good.
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Pasta. Premium fuel for cyclists. If it tastes good, it is good. Not Giada, but then you probably haven’t had her dental work either.
I’ve been on something of a pasta tear this week, Pat. I made this Mark Bittman recipe and had to wing it on a couple items, too (no capers, used green chile; no parsley, used cilantro; no fresh bread for crumbs, used panko).
It was not a hit with Herself, so I ate pasta for lunch all week.
Good. This meal is evidence that things are getting back to normal in The DogHaus. Herself must be home and Boo is recovering and sleeping better and thus you are sleeping better. So you can get up earlier to co-LUG.
Baby steps, Libby. Getting more exercise helps. Herself and I got out for a ride on a pair of loaner Rivendells this afternoon and then did a bit of yard work, let the cats catch some fresh air (on their leashes).
The Boo is making steady progress, too, the smelly little one-eyed weirdo. I wish I knew how old he is. I’ve thought about sawing him in half to count the rings but Herself says nix.
Inspiration comes in many forms. It’s still just inspiration. What you do with it is what counts. Well played.
I got lucky, TJ. I’m not particularly creative in the kitchen, not usually. Maybe this is some new phase. But boy, I sure hate to screw up a meal. I’m still stinging from the time Herself handed down a ruling on a new dish: “Cat food.” Ouch.
Hey, changing gears … Got room for a “Fuck Woody” badge on the next version of the Old Guys jersey?
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2016/05/06/woody-allen-leads-new-york-cycle-path-protest/
I remember when Woody used to have a sense of humor. You’d think the ol’ perv would be delighted at the thought of young women in Lycra spinning past his windows. Especially if they were related to him by marriage or something.
PO’G: Your artistry and creativity know no bounds! 🙂 Trust you’ll have some still on hand for today’s Giro at the LUG feed station.
Also trust the pasta was al dente.
Looks scrumptious!
i love it when a plan sorta comes together. my recipes usually have only two ingredients: peanut butter and jelly, scrambled eggs and toast, macaroni and cheese. good thing the spousal equivalent can usually scrounge something good and nutritious from the cupboard.