I’m BACK, DID YOU MISS ME? (don’t answer that.)
Because I missed you.
No, I did!
When you’re out of your regular work slash community rhythm, it totally does a number on your work slash community . . . rhythm. Never mind.
I HAVE PASTA FOR YOU.
And the fabulous thing about this ultra-simp recipe, is that you can totally willy nilly with it. It’s not about perfection. Or measurements. It’s all ’bout that bass, ’bout that bass.
Wait, that’s something else.
Let’s look at this.
I don’t think there’s any other sight that gives me as much deep, unbridled soul explosion as the above. Besides my offspring, my soulmate, my dog blah blah BLAH.
But like, pasta + Italian sausage + golden tomatoes that you’re going to roast until submission + fresh spinach + zingy lemon. Duh, please.
Nuttin’, honey. (sorry I called you honey.)
You know the drill – brown that sausage, babe. (sorry I called you babe.)
Cook that pasta, bunny. (sorry I called you bunny.)
ROAST THOSE TOMATOES, pigeons. (sorry I called you pigeons.)
This is the thing about them thar ‘maters (my coffee is strong today), depending on the size of them, like cherry vs. grape vs. these wacky plum size ones that I found at the farmer’s market, the roasting time will be different. You can absolutely SLOW roast your tomatoes all day long if you have the time. Like, 250 degrees for a few hours. If you don’t have that time, and need to blitz these beauts to charred bombs of bliss (I dunno), then blast them under a 500-degree oven for like, 30 minutes. Less than that if they’re tiny Tims. (who’s Tim?)
Know what I mean, Vern? (please don’t x out.)
Wherever your life takes you in this, just get them blistered and softened and charred and seductive.
Theeen you’ll toss everything together (even some reserved pasta water because starchy water = life) in a pan, squeeze a bunch of fresh lemon on top, nestle the roasted babies back in, and garnish with so much freshly grated parmesan that you can’t feel your upper torso.
Because theeeeeen you’ll take your fork and lightly mash down on the tomatoes, and they’ll lusciously morph into sauce with the lemon and pasta water, creating an irresistible flavor volcano in your face hole.
For real this time. Maybe.
For the love, get in that.