Pasta could be considered a vice, I suppose, if you start looking forward to lunch tomorrow even before you finish dinner today. Like I did yesterday.
A jar of soft, sweet garlic was calling to me from the top shelf of my fridge. It had been there since last week, when I roasted way more garlic than I needed. It was demanding to be transformed into deliciousness.
So I complied.
I minced a large shallot and then pulled the jar of garlic and a small bowl of minced sweet onion – leftover from Sunday night’s dinner – out of the fridge.
I boiled a pound of spaghetti. Easy enough. Make sure you dump in at least 2 TBSP of salt once the water starts boiling.
While the pasta was boiling, I grated a big pile of parmigiano reggiano.
When the spaghetti was cooked, I dumped it into a colander and then used the same pan to make the sauce. ‘Cuz who wants to wash more pans than is absolutely necessary?
I dumped a hunk of butter – about 3 TBSP worth – into the pan with some good olive oil – about 2-3 more TBSP worth.
I used unsalted Kerrygold butter made from grass-fed cows. I like to imagine that all cows in Ireland are fed nothing but grass and that none of them are given unnecessary antibiotics and growth hormones. I like to imagine that Kerrygold Irish butter is made in Ireland.
When I was done imagining I dumped in the shallot, the onion and the garlic – mashing the soft garlic into a paste with the wooden spoon as I stirred.
Hmmm, lots of dumping was going on. That’s okay.
Next I sprinkled in some salt and pepper. I used my fancy/shmancy light gray Celtic sea salt, just FYI. Then I gave it a light dusting of cayenne pepper. Just a LIGHT dusting.
As soon as the shallot, onion and garlic were a nice caramelized brown, I dumped in the cooked pasta and folded until it was completely coated with garlicky goodness.
The hub and I piled it on our plates (the daughter doesn’t like pasta but who cares?, she wasn’t home).
Then we topped it with the parm regg.
Oh My Goodness. It smells and it tastes sooo good.
I went for seconds. I wanted to eat the whole pan of it except I knew I’d be sick if I did. That’s when I started looking forward to the leftovers for lunch.
I awoke looking forward to them.
I’m eating them right now, as I type.
I probably shouldn’t have heated up ALL that was left, and I probably shouldn’t have dumped it ALL on my plate, but I did.
I also shouldn’t have snapped a pic of such a plain-looking dish.
Fortunately, I picked more basil than I needed the other day and behold – emergency dried out basil leaves right there on my counter!
There, that’s a little better.
This is a seriously delicious dish. A SERIOUSLY delicious dish.
Really, go roast some garlic!
Meanwhile I’ll be looking forward to tomorrow’s lunch, when I’ll enjoy the leftover leftovers because I REALLY shouldn’t have dumped it ALL on my plate.