Leftovers and a Silly Reveal

"You love pasta." I said.

"You love pasta too." He said.

The 13 minutes felt like an eternity. Hurry up and wait.

One bunch and a few stragglers asparagus – roasted.

One medium red onion – roasted.

Three carrots – roasted.

A container of cremini – roasted.

I'll-turn-a-blind-eye portion of bacon – rendered.

1 pound shells – set to boil.

Extra virgin olive oil, shallot, garlic, crushed red pepper – coerced under a gentle flame.

Roasted vegetables added to pan.

A splash of white wine.

One half can ceci.

"Do we have cream?" He asked.

"No cream. There's milk or you could throw in a wedge of Laughing cow...nah, that might be too salty." I said.

The pasta scooped and dropped into the waiting pan, mingled with vege under fold, stir and flip precision.

Two generous nubs unsalted butter.

Parsley.

The first bowl (seconds was just a little more, really just a little) was hoovered  using spoons and with as much class as us mid-week hungry could muster.

Pssst...we forgot to add the bacon back in. A happy accident if you ask me. Our leftovers would be rewarded.

Tonight we'll warm everything in a skillet over a low flame with a little water and maybe a touch of cream. I should probably pop into the market at lunch for some cream. Prudent, don't you think?