Musings from a servantless, stay-at-home, cooking-obsessed mom
I'm back in the student saddle, this time as an Italian studentessa! Brava! Just home from class, I'm excited for the next few months during which I hope to regain my A game. Also, two quick notes about upcoming Whole Foods deals:
The boys were maniacs this afternoon after camp. Maniacs intensely focused on exposing to each other and me their private areas as.much.as.possible. I finally reached my limit with all things butt-and-penis and sent them to their rooms until dinner. Being that they eat at 4:45p this was not a huge punishment, but still. I got them fed and also started on our meal because T's mom and two of his cousins were to join us. While at the market yesterday, I spied a most gorgeous head of Savoy cabbage. I bought it and ever since have been noodling -hah, no pun intended (see rest of sentence)- on caramelizing it and then tossing that with whole wheat spaghetti. A Food 52 cook I admire posted a recipe for a "suspiciously good cabbage" a year or two ago, and I used that as my jumping-off point this evening.
I fried some bacon, poured off most of the drippings, added in some butter and then slowly cooked down a mess of shallots, the now-shredded cabbage and some garlic. Ultimately, some cream, a generous shower of salt, some pasta water, a rainfall of grated Parm, the now-crumbled bacon, a handful of finely chopped mint and the zest of one lemon joined forces with the veggies and spaghetti and while wonderful, I felt it needed one last thing. Garlicky breadcrumbs? Yes! A perfect topping. Our fivesome devoured the entire vat of pasta, and I will surely make this again.
People, this was a bigger job than I expected, and it required a second trip to The Container Store (for BPA-free canisters and baskets; I'm so glad they have such a good supply of relatively eco stuff), but I am feeling pretty good about the new organization which incorporates frequency of use and importance. I also got to pull out my trusty label-maker which is always a treat.
Lest you think I am unaware, I am, on the contrary, fully cognizant of just how much Type-A'ness oozes from this photo.
The other day in the car, the boys were chattering on about something made-up in the backseat. I overheard Oliver say he HAD to get the castrator. As you might imagine, my ears perked up in a 911 sort of way (not least because of the penile misadventure of three weeks back), and I asked him what he'd said. Thank God Jack understands all Oliver-speak because he translated castrator accurately as cash register. #momsighofrelief #nowfunnymisunderstanding
musings from a stay-at-home, cooking-obsessed mom
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