Pasta with Sausage, Sage and Avocado; More Joys of Packing

If I, Wonder Woman, can get 10 hours worth of tasks done in the hour before we leave for a trip, it’s only reasonable to believe that I will be able to pack our entire house in under a week…. With one hand tied behind my back, to make it challenging.

Mon mari is not a believer.

He prefers to have all the packing done and spend the last day or so sitting under a shade tree.

I ask you, where’s the fun in that?  The adrenaline rush?  The panic?

He really takes all the fun out of living on the edge.

Even as we speak he is packing up the house around me.

Couldn’t possibly have anything to do with me packing the airline tickets in a rush that last day in Minnesota….

He was the same in Andorra: packing, cleaning, sorting, organizing, rushing to and fro…

I really do appreciate all the packing he does… it’s the sorting, cleaning, organizing, etc. that scares me.

But what really terrifies me and gives me sleepless nights is his daily, first-thing-in-the morning trips to the decheterie, the recycling center.  Once stuff is there it’s gone forever.

In Andorra, I was thinning my closet, reluctantly packing up some of the clothes I hadn’t worn in 10 years to give to the local charity shop. Mon mari was doing the same.

He finished first, and, naturally, decided to take it down to the village immediately. (He thought, and rightly so, that it was best not to give me time to change my mind.)

He loaded it all up in the car and was gone before I knew what happened.

Fortunately. for me, the temperatures dropped that night.

Or I never would have noticed that he gave away my winter coats.

My NEW winter coats.

Well, one was a year-old jacket but the other was a new, expensive-but-bought-at-a-really good sale cashmere coat.

A coat I would never dream of replacing at full price and didn’t really belong in a charity shop.

It was my NEW WINTER COAT!

Still pisses me off, just thinking about it…

Anyway, I went to grab my jacket the next morning to go out with the dog and it wasn’t in it’s usual spot.

I searched the house; it was nowhere to be found.

I asked mon mari; he, of course knew nothing.

I finally came to the conclusion that I must have left it near the clothes to be donated and he had picked it up by mistake.  My fault/his fault.

I could live with that; I never really liked it….

I went back to the closet but couldn’t find my other winter coat, either.

I knew I hadn’t left that laying around indiscriminately.

I, politely, asked mon mari if he might have a clue as to its whereabouts.

Oh, that closet, he said.

I thought that was all my old jackets, he said.

It’s all at the charity shop, he said.

I’ll not repeat what I said.

Nor will I repeat the conversation in the car heading down to the charity shop.

He had to drive me, you see, because, this being Andorra, there was a snowball’s chance in hell of ever finding a parking place.  People almost always went in pairs so one could drive in circles while the other ran errands.

My coats had been there over 24 hours by now, so I really didn’t expect to find them.  I figured the jacket had been given to a deserving soul (I could live with that) and the coat had been snapped up by a worker (NO).

It was an enormous place, and, yes, everything had been unpacked, steamed and hung in it’s proper place but I was welcome to look.

I found the jacket right off but looked for almost an hour before I found the coat tucked away in a hidden corner all by itself (Hmmmm).

No charge.  They were happy I’d found them.

So was mon mari (she types with an evil grin)

A word on Andorra:

Anyone who did not have proper, warm clothes would be given free clothes and shoes from the charity shop, with blankets in winter.
Anyone who could not afford a meal could walk into any cafe/restaurant and they would be given one, free of charge.  But with water to drink; no wine.

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But I can have wine with my dinner…. A nice full-bodied red to go with the pasta.

Kitchenetta, of Got No Milk is the host of Presto Pasta Nights this week.

Check with her on Friday for the round-up of this event, started by Ruth of Once Upon a Feast.

We’ve been having a very cool August so this dish is not quite a summer salad, but not quite a hearty winter dish…

Let’s just call it Fall Food…

Pasta with Sausage, Sage and Avocado

Pasta with Sausage, Sage and Avocado  Serves 2

10oz (300gr) sausages, any flavor
15oz (450gr) cannellini (white kidney) beans
1 avocado
2 ribs (stalks) celery
1/2 cup green olives
3 – 4 garden fresh tomatoes
8 – 10 fresh sage leaves
1 1/4 cup pasta

Cook pasta according to package directions.
Grill sausages on barbecue or sauté in a skillet until done. Cut into 1″ (2.5cm) lengths.
Drain and rinse beans.  Snip sage leaves in half or thirds.  Roughly chop celery.  Cut olives in half. Cut avocado in cubes.
Cut the tomatoes in half. Cup half of a tomato in your hand and rub it on the big holes of a box (or other style) grater until all that is left in your hand is the skin. You’ll have to press a bit, but not too hard, be careful not to grate your hand. Repeat with as many halves as you think you want/need. You end up with fresh tomato sauce with no skin…and no cooking. Depending on size of tomatoes you will want to do 3 or 4.
Put pasta, beans, celery and sausages into a large bowl,  Add tomato sauce and toss to combine. Add avocado, olives and sage leaves, toss gently and serve.

Yesterday mon mari took 5 huge bags to the charity shop….

I haven’t had the courage to open the closet door yet…. (we only have 1 closet)

13 thoughts on “Pasta with Sausage, Sage and Avocado; More Joys of Packing”

  1. My Beloved is the polar opposite of Ton Mari – he never throws _anything_ away and it’s a struggle just to get him to part with clothing of excruciatingly bad taste from the ’70s! 🙂

  2. I’m not sure I like the subtext of “be careful not to grate your hand”. My knuckles are hurting just thinking about it. Cool way to skin the tomato though.
    I’m so relieved to hear that you rescued your cashmere coat!
    (I think my husband must be related to votre marie. He too must do everything in advance and also goes on tidying binges. But he wouldn’t dare to go into my side of the closet… that would be madness.)

  3. With fall right around the corner, this dish is definitely drool-worthy. I love the combination of flavors and colors that mingle together so nicely. I am bookmarking this one. Thanks for your submission to Presto Pasta Nights!

  4. Zoomie, the 70’s??? Not those lovely purple leisure suits, surely…?
    Lynn, it does make one wonder….
    Elizabeth, he threw away my sewing machine once, I hadn’t used it in a year. My SEWIMG MACHINE!!! I got a new one (needless to say)
    Kitchenetta, I served at at room temp – as you say, great for fall!
    Magpie, it couls also be called ‘clean out the fruit/veg bowl’
    Kevin, I love the way the avocado kind of melts into it!

  5. Doesn’t the avocado just disappear entirely? That’s the only part of this that I would be nervous about even though your photo clearly shows that the avocado is still intact.
    Your sewing machine!?
    I told my husband about votre marie’s indiscretions and after he had stopped laughing (yes, I know. It’s wrong to laugh at others’ misfortunes), he said, “I bet that was SOME conversation in the car on the way to retrieve the cashmere coat”. I didn’t feel that it was the correct time to get him to promise that he would NEVER perform a similar stunt here.
    (As long as I keep things in my office, my husband won’t touch them. But every so often he stands in the doorway and says in a disapproving voice “I don’t know HOW you can work in here!”)

  6. Sad to admit, but I am very much like him. My husband is borderline hoarder so I always find our house piled up with junk and old clothes that should have been donated last season. Sometimes, I go through his things and discard/recycle items that are no longer in use. hopefully he doesn’t read this blog.

  7. Elizabeth, the only things that were hot were the sausages and the pasta, so, no, the avocado held up well!
    We don’t talk about that day….
    LiberalFoodie, I really don’t know why I tend to hoard…. maybe it’s from never living in a city… And if he doesn’t know you do that he obviously doens’t miss the stuff ;-))

  8. Wow glad you were able to get your winter coats back!! Let this be a lesson to us all to personally inspect the things that are being taken by someone else to a charity shop… And I love avocado in my pasta! I just don’t do it often because I don’t want to eat brown avocado in leftovers.

  9. So happy you did not lose the coat forever. Always a heart stopping feeling when you have to run back and hope something is still there because of a miscommunication. Heck I live alone and find myself “donating” stuff to charity that should never have gone.
    That pasta looks and sounds amazing!

  10. Ashley, I thought I had… But he’s sooo quick! And, yes, we were BOTH lucky I got them back.
    Jeff, sometimes the rush of cleaning just makes us get carried away. Fortunately (or not) it doesn’t happen often to me!

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