This evening we tackled the third installment of the ricotta pasta, Ricotta Pasta with Zucchini, Garlic, and Mint. This meal is quick and easy, like the others, but primarily ended up as a starchy vessel for salt and pepper. The zucchini was sautéed with garlic and onion in olive oil, then the parsley and mint were added to the pan. The cooked pasta was tossed with the ricotta, parmigianno and butter mixture, then mixed with the vegetables. Baby A had a serving without any salt or pepper, and it tasted of absolutely nothing. For a lover of all things pasta, she spurned this dish pretty much immediately. We seasoned the pasta, and it was not unpleasant, although it was admittedly a little dull. In its favour, it was vegetarian, and it was quite light, particularly in comparison with the sausage version that we made yesterday. Other than that, there is not much to say about this meal. Cook it if you are hungry and want to eat something reasonable, fast.
Tomorrow we are making Ricotta Pasta with Tomatoes al Forno, followed by a spinach version. Hopefully we can then leave behind the ricotta pasta for the rest of the year. The weekend stretches ahead of us with the prospect of starting to prepare for our swiftly impending move. We have been ignoring it for a while now, but with the passing of a deadline today, moving is the next big thing marked on the calendar. Maybe we should at least start with some basic cleaning and sorting. We have started eating in the dining room with the little one, as opposed to sitting in the kitchen. Suddenly it feels a little like we are pretending to be grown ups. There’s nothing like telling a toddler to use both hands to hold her water, and to sit with her feet pointing forward, to make you feel like a parent. Sometimes I just want to laugh it seems so preposterous, but she’s doing quite well, all things considered. L and I have eaten dinner in front of the TV for pretty much our entire relationship, with occasional meals taken in the kitchen, so eating at the dining table still feels a little formal. In the new house, the dining room and living room are in the same room, so it will probably feel much more fluid. If nothing else I’m sure having a toddler and a newborn will be too tiring for any surplus energy to be spent wondering about being a real live grown up.