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.
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?