IT’S BEEN SINCE AUGUST SINCE I LAST POSTED PASTA. (sorry to scream at you.)
What kind of bull honk a wonk is that. AUGUST. I should be ashamed of myself.
I bet the insanity I’m about to show you will somehow make up for lost time. For lasta time?
Because THIS MEAL. Ugh. It was meant for weeknights. Meant for chilly evenings. Meant for all glitter faces and sparkle hearts in magical unison. (<—I’m living with an almost 4-year old girl.)
Quick note! You can use chicken breast here, but I highly recommend thighs, because there is nothing in this world like the joy of a juicy, marinated chicken thigh. Clearly I need a life.
You’ll marinate your thighs (the chicken’s, not yours) for however long you want with a kiss of dried Italian seasoning, garlic powder and onion powder, olive oil and lemon juice. These are pretty much basics of the good life.
Sear ’em up! Move ’em on out.
Sauté yer shallots and garlic! Don’t move ’em on out.
Then it all just comes together like birds of a fea – okay not that.
Add your cooked (al dente!) linguine to the pot, along with a cup (give or take) of pasta water, the drained fire-roasted tomatoes, and spinach. Toss toss toss until the spinach begins to wilt, then add a pat (or two?) of butter, and about a 1/4th cup of freshly grated parmesan cheese. Nestle that chicken back in. Let it all soak up and become one. You should be violently sobbing by now.
OH MY GOSH THE PANKO. I totally spaced that.
So, in a small skillet, toast about a cup of panko with a pat of butter and a pinch of salt. Easy sleasy. Wait.
Once the panko is golden brown, take it off the heat because you don’t want it to burn and curse my name. I can’t have that on my plate today. I already have to wash my hair, so.
Sprinkle the whole deal with crunchy panko! Add some enormous shavings of parm. And give it all a good squeeze of lemon juice at the end, because you know my rule about citrus at the end of anything and everything – it wakes it up! SO WAKE IT UP.
We don’t want the snooze button on this dinner, do we? AHHAAHAHAHA. Ha hah ah a hash ash aha.
We’re okay now, right?