Pasta with Sage and Parmesan, and dirty hedges — 29 Comments

  1. You usually have beautiful stories to go with your dish. That’s what is really “chicken soup” for the soul 😀
    Thanks for sharing.

  2. I may have to make this. I love the bowtie pasta shape because it is cute, I have plenty of fresh sage, and I have some parm. I can make this.

  3. This sounds wonderful Katie! What a great story about your Gramma! Sounds like a she was quite a character!

  4. Oh somehow you’ve reminded me that with this cooler giant wind we’re having and the wonderful fire in the fireplace and the soup on the stove, NOW would be a good time to pick me a huge, maybe more than one, basil bunch before the cool takes them out.
    Loved the tavern story!

  5. This looks so comforting . . . definitely going on my list this week. I made your butternut squash risotto last week with barley and it was delicious.

  6. Ah, gee, thanks, Tigerfish, :-))
    Lannae, and it’s so easy – perfect pantry food!
    Well done, Peter… We like to exploit weaknesses…
    JennDZ, she was a character – not my Gramma, though, just the neighborhood Gramma…
    Tanna, my basil has turned toes up, I’m afraid…or leaves up… Yes, tavern, not bar…
    Swirlingnotions, with barley? I bet it was great. I’ve been meaning to try a barley risotto-style…

  7. I love older people like that!
    The sage and parmesan pasta sounds good. I love sage, unfortunately our herb patch was a little neglected over the Summer while we were away and most of it has died. Not quite sure what happened. It certainly wasn’t through lack of rain.

  8. Hey Katie, great story, as always! Last week I posted about my sage plants and now you have given me another way to use them!
    This recipe sounds EASY and flavorful!

  9. That looks good. I recently tried a butter and sauce and I was amazed at how much flavour such a simple sauce had.

  10. I loved this story!! And the pasta recipe recipe is something that I make quite often, although sometimes I brown some butter instead of using the olive oil and garlic. I think pasta is best when done simply like this 🙂

  11. I well remember cleaning out the barberry; I had to wear gauntlets up to my elbows to keep from tearing my arms to shreds. I know all about ivy, too. It suffocates the trees, but needs to be cleaned out just like hedges if used as a ground cover. Happy Happy! Joy Joy! Katie, you’re so funny.

  12. Amanda, I don’t think sage likes a lot of rain… Cranky old people – yep, they’re fun!
    Deb, happy to be of help! Sage must like your hot weather!
    Kevin, butter and sage, yeah, that’s good too!
    Anh, let me know how you like it!
    Lydia, it’s nice to still
    Thank you Maryann 😉
    Nicole, I switch off with the browned butter, too – love them both!
    Thanks, Truffle, how kind to say that!
    Susan, the curse of the ivy! I looked like I had gone 5 rounds with a cat when I was done with the hedge – despite the gloves!
    Welcome back, Margot! 2 weeks with no internet,…Aaarrrggghhhh!

  13. Gramma stories…love them! I always feel like scooching up on a couch, grabbing a cup of tea, and just listen to your stories. 🙂 And the pasta…wonderful combo of flavors!

  14. Reading your story about hedges I can tell myself ‘oh, countryside matters’ hahaha! Don’t worry, Kate, our hedges are only trimmed once a year. And yes, we’re trimming our fruit trees as well. Do you have wandering jews? They’re the worst weeds of all. Gosh, I am sick of them! However, parmesan and sage: double pleasures!

  15. Casey, the big white and black one is half Landseer Newfoundland and half Pyreneen Mastiff (she’s a big girl – she can look over the kitchen counters). The little black and brown one is mostly German Shepherd.
    Thank you, Christ, how sweet!
    Arfi, I don’t think we have those – but we have something called Russian vine – it’s very sticky. When you pull it out it clings to your clothes. It’s also called ‘mile a minute’ for obvious reasons…

  16. What a character! That’s one thing I miss a lot about living in a small town: people were freer to be eccentric. There used to be a sweet little old lady in our town–the kind who would bring your family chicken soup if someone was sick, and always had a cookie for kids who stopped by to visit, and would show you her hummingbird feeders, always dressed in florals and wore lilac perfume and her hair in a bun–and would zip around town in a black leather jacket on her motorcycle.

  17. Great post, as usual and I’m glad the pasta looks so pretty…otherwise I’d never get the image of your head in the dirt and ass in the air! Thanks for sharing with Presto Pasta Night.

  18. Oh — how did I miss this one? Fabuloso! I have all kinds of sage hanging on that I want to use, so thank you for another idea.

  19. Trace, I love it! I can picture her so perfectly!
    Ruth, that really is a scary image…trust me!
    Lisa, sage is great! The more the better – I like to get it a bit crisp…

  20. What a great story. Great pasta too. Hell, yeah I’d clean your hedges for a dinner like that. From where I am, working in your beautiful garden looks like a great place to be.
    BTW,your Emma is a beautiful girl.

  21. What a wonderful, charming story! My sage is probably on it’s last days, and this recipe looks like the perfect way to showcase it.

  22. Julie, Please, come clean hedges! Emma is a pretty girl, big, but pretty, thanks!
    Pam, my sage is starting to look sad, as well…winter, bleh!