Showing posts with label pasta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pasta. Show all posts

Friday, October 30, 2009

One recipe you shouldn't try.

For the second time in the past year, I made creamy peanut noodles.

I cooked it with my friend Naomi, who was staying over night with me because we had a 20-mile training run the following day. It made for decent carb-loading fare. Nothing I'd want to eat on a weekly or even monthly basis.

I made it again last night because it's so simple and healthy. But I ended up emptying the bowl in the garbage. And even Ben said he didn't need a second helping.

I'm sharing this recipe, but I suggest you skip it.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Experimentation.

I am not adventurous in the kitchen.

I stick to recipes with few ingredients and simple directions. I seldom stray from the recipe.

But tonight -- after getting home late from a pilates class (more on that later) -- I thought what the heck. Experiment, I shall.

The plan for dinner was four-cheese wheat tortellini in a package. I had some pumpkin and evaporated milk on hand. I mixed about a 1/2 cup of pumpkin and about a 1/3 cup of evaporated milk (I wasn't measuring, so this explanation could be off), together in a sauce pan over slightly high heat. I added in a tablespoon of olive oil, some garlic and shallots.

Does the combination repulse you? I would agree it might sound odd. But many of the ingredients were in a recipe I had looked at yesterday for ravioli with pumpkin sauce.

The tortellini and pumpkin sauce turned out. And the parmesan and red chili pepper flakes I added on top rounded out the sauce nicely.

On to pilates.

Some of you may know that I applied for a retail position. Not a dream job, but a girl's gotta make money to pay the bills. I will not name the store here. I will only say that it's an athletic apparel store.

I interviewed in a group nearly two weeks ago and was asked to come in for a yoga class this week to meet some of the team members. I decided tonight would be the night. The store was hosting yoga for athletes. And as a yoga virgin, I heard this would be a good starter class.

I showed up at 7 -- only to find out that yoga had been canceled. But I could try pilates -- another first -- instead. There was no way I could say "no thanks" and turn around. I had to make a good impression. And really, what was the difference between trying yoga for the first time and pilates for the first time?

So I stayed. I tried it. I hurt.