Life has been incredibly crazy thanks to my husband’s insane work achedule.
So I made my famous spaghetti sauce. It involves throwing things into a pot until it tastes right. This time I made one that was a bit sweet and hot.
When I make sauce, I make enough for days. I strain it a bit and use it as pizza sauce or I use it as the sauce for a zitti.
I boiled up some rotini noodles – they are the corkscrew guys – and mixed them with some of my sauce and reduced fat ricotta. But it was too…I don’t know, one note? I just didn’t sing.
So I chopped up some pepperoni and threw it in. Then I baked it with a sprinkle of parm on top.
It was MAGIC.
It was so good that I made everyone eat spinach and a salad before they could have seconds. They tolerate my beloved tyranny or I threaten not to cook.
And no one can ever have it again because we cannot replicate the sauce let alone the pasta dish.
So, so, so good.