Spaghetti pie was popular back in the ’70’s (I think).
I resurrect it from time to time.
It has, or can have, all the flavors of lasagne without the work.
Plus I can make it with whole wheat spaghetti to pretend that what I’m eating is healthy.
Okay, let’s be honest….
I make pasta so rarely I really don’t care … Continue reading.....
I love pasta… All shapes and sizes.
I like to pair pasta with the sauce or other ingredients in the dish.
Mon mari doesn’t care about all that.
He no longer likes / wants to eat ‘short’ pastas like penne or rigatoni or farfalle.
But he’s very happy to eat fettuccine or linguine or spaghetti with whatever I want to … Continue reading.....
This is a strange time of year in my kitchen.
The potager is completely unreliable, producing in fits and starts.
But it is producing, so I don’t really like to buy vegetables for the week.
But we have to eat.
So I either waste vegetables or run out….
Or end up with odd bits and get to be creative.
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I’ll let you in on my dirty little secret: my normal, conservative, ‘waste not; want not’ self takes a hike this time of year.
When I have more zucchini (courgette – both green and yellow), tomatoes and basil than I know what to do with a lot of it ends up on the compost pile.
My freezer is full (see … Continue reading.....
I so love dealing with the French phone company.
I few months ago I decided to see if a faster internet connection was available for our little backwater.
I went to the Orange office, identified myself (with copies of my bills as proof), stated my mission and waited my turn.
After about 20 minutes I spoke with an agent who, … Continue reading.....
Memories of the sandwich of horror.
When I told the story last week about my brother eating a cold, soggy buckwheat pancake for me, no one commented on the fact the he actually managed to swallow the dregs off my plate.
I pondered that for a bit, then, as my mind tends to do, I meandered over to another memory…. … Continue reading.....
Can anyone tell me the French equivalent of Alpha, Bravo, Charlie?
You know, the words we use, in English, to help other people understand us when we have to spell something out?
When we have to say: No, "D" as in David; not "T" as in Tom?
Can anyone tell me why I couldn't think of a single … Continue reading.....
My pack-rat little self is starting to feel secure again: I have food in the pantry.
For the 4 1/2 months we lived at Vlad's house, I had no stash.
I went shopping two or three times a week. There was simply no place to store anything. If I needed 2 potatoes, 3 carrots and an onion, … Continue reading.....