My friend Joanne’s guest blog of the Nine Minute Pasta was well received. I’d read the article about the backstory for the Nine Minute Pasta recipe here The recipe was originally developed by Nora Singly . You may have an abundance of tomatoes. Here’s my report.
J mentioned a bit of gumminess at the end and threw in a 1/4 cup of wine. She said she’d make it again.
Since I’d sent the recipe out to many friends, (figuring I’d missed it when it went viral a few years ago so perhaps they’d missed it too), I decided to fire up the stove and make it myself. Plus, I had all those delicious cherry tomatoes from the East Liberty Farmers Market. Steve brought up a linguine that had a 9 minutes cooking time on the box. Yes, you do have to mind the pasta so it doesn’t become a solid block, separate the strands. I used a knife.
The only thing I changed from the original recipe was to let the covered pan sit for two additional minutes (with the burner off). Next time I’d add a few MORE cherry tomatoes. The cutting them in half was the only time consuming part of the effort. I actually weighed the tomatoes to follow the recipe. The fresh garlic from my brother in Okanogan WA and the fresh basil really added to the taste. Going to try a brown rice pasta version and adjust cooking time and liquid if necessary.
You eat a slice at dinner time. Buttered.
The next morning you need to soak the crusty thick slices in a mixture of eggs and milk, a dash of vanilla.
Melt butter and a bit of olive oil in a big skillet.
Golden brown French Toast is the goal, not burned.
Real maple syrup. A mug of coffee.
Starting the day right. Thanks J & P for the tasty baguette.
When you drive past and the scene sticks in your mind –
you make a turn at the light and swing into the gas station to drive back and photograph –
She was in the passenger seat. We had just left Laura’s. The traffic was backed up for the railroad crossing.
She caught the tree with the formerly green leaves, now rust colored. Don’t want to see the summer end.
Used these for s photography demonstration.
Inspiration. Show what inspires you.
Vivaldi, Van Gogh, a bookcase full of poetry and another full of cookbooks.
There are those family and friends who love and encourage me. The new baby.
But I needed a single photo tonight. Now! A single image as a response to Krista’s WPC.
I rummaged through archives. There were no trumpet concertos calling to me.
When I went to the fridge for some cold water there it was! I found the new gold foil package of Irish butter, purchased earlier today and sitting on the shelf calling to me. I felt inspired.
I added the eggs in the Pyrex bowl and the little bottle of vanilla extract my friend J sent at Christmas.
The box of raspberries.
I’m out of lemons but wish I had one to add. A slice of toast.
iPhone 6 shot in my dark kitchen with the side light by the sink illuminating the Irish butter still life, not the overhead lamp- too much glare.
Thought it was a great idea.
Drivers today are so impatient.
It’s good to know that someone in front of you is learning how to drive.
A woman came out of the store and said.”Why is she taking a picture of my car?”
I told her I wanted to remember her good idea for when my grandchildren are learning to drive. I assured her I didn’t take her license plate number.
She said the sign on the car really works. We had a nice conversation about it.
Maura found the potholder looms in the guest room night stand this evening. I’d rummaged around for them when I’d visit but could not find them. What a happy find tonight.
Anna and her friend got right to work. Maura needed some help. I use knitting needles or pencils through the loop ends as I approach the finish. Keep it from popping off prematurely. Then a crochet hook to bind off.
Weaving these provides major stress relief for me. Over under over under. Under over under over- The repetition.
Reminds me of childhood, too.
I like them especially for hot pot lids
when I want to peek inside.
Mesmerized. Engrossed. Hypnotic effect. Eyes glued to Grandma’s iPad screen. I saw this composition on the couch.
The Grandchildren visiting.
Not sure what they were watching at this moment but no attention paid to Grandma’s lens. IPhone lens.