This evening L and I made Ricotta Pasta with Sausage, which is the exact same meal as we ate last night, but replacing the tomato and peas with fried Italian sausage. We are already getting pretty fast with this technique, in 3 days time we will be preparing food like the wind. The meal is fine, it is pleasant enough. What neither of us could understand is why all the vegetables had to be removed before adding the meat. This made for a relatively hefty meal, with the only flecks of colour coming from the herbs. But, if it were a cold winter evening, this might be the perfect supper.
Fortunately it is cooler here, so we weren’t melting while we ate this cold weather food. Life is so much more pleasant when the house doesn’t feel like a furnace. Baby A tends to sleep through the night without waking up drenched in sweat every couple of hours, which is glorious. She’s in a much better mood, and so are we. When she isn’t ridiculously sleep-deprived we are almost in a tantrum-free zone, which is delicious. L and I spent the morning at Ikea putting in the order for our new kitchen. When we went in to plan the layout a few weeks ago, we were utterly clueless, and a fantastic member of staff basically took us by the hand and told us what we would need and where it should go. Consequently, we are sure it’s going to be good, but we really have no idea what we’re getting. It’s always a bit nerve-wracking buying from Ikea, just in case you get right to the end of the installation process and are missing a crucial part. Or mysteriously have tons of parts left over, which is rather disconcerting. So ordering a whole kitchen and having to navigate the timing issues and delivery times, would be a little on the stressful side if we let ourselves think about it, at all. Like having a second child in three months, or moving house in a few weeks, we are choosing not to think about it too much. The ostrich way is a good way. Meanwhile we have just started using our dining room and the front porch consistently for the first time since we moved here almost 4 years ago. As we finally make use of all our space here, it is time to go. L and I will find it really difficult to say goodbye to this place; the move will certainly be bittersweet. When Baby A realises that the new house isn’t piled high with new toys and little dinosaurs, she too may be disappointed to leave here. Only time will tell.
Speaking of which, tomorrow we have the third installment of the (pasteurized) ricotta pasta; Ricotta Pasta with Zucchini, Garlic, and Mint. I can see that the next three days of variations may get to be a little hard to stomach. Each day our portions get smaller. We should be thankful; in the introduction to these pasta recipes, Rachael Ray says that there are literally hundreds of variations on this dish. At least we only have to eat 5. In a row.