Day 196: Ricotta Pasta: The Grand Finale

July 15, 2007

This evening we made Ricotta Pasta with Spinach, the last installment of our ricotta run. This meal is actually very good, and it has been a treat to have eaten so little meat in the last few days. If we haven’t had so much full-fat ricotta we would be feeling positively virtuous by now. The principal is the same as the last few meals; the cooked pasta is mixed with ricotta, parmesan and butter, and the vegetable portion is stirred into the mix. This evening we sautéed onions, garlic and spinach together, deglazed the pan with white wine, then seasoned the whole mixture with plenty of salt, pepper and nutmeg.

We used fresh rather than frozen spinach, and an assortment of pasta shapes to finish up the bits in our many boxes, rather than penne. The shapes kept Baby A very entertained over dinner, announcing and eating the pasta trumpets, pasta bows and pasta sticks, which sounded remarkably like something ruder sounding than stick. The meal was creamy and yet rather light, and the nutmeg was a good addition, adding an extra element to the salt and pepper seasoning of the last few days. All in all, this meal was an easy keeper, which says alot after 5 days of variations on a theme. We did find that the ricotta run was far less painful than, for example, the macaroni cheese run at the beginning of the year. It helped that the last two meals felt substantially different than the earlier meals, rather then repeatedly swapping out one vegetable for another.

Tomorrow there will be more pasta with About 15-Minute Soup with Spinach, Artichokes, and Tortellini. It sounds like quite a tasty soup, but it is also going to be in the mid-90’s temperature range tomorrow, so forgive us if we’re not wildly enthusiastic about the prospect. We managed to stay cool this morning by taking Baby A to a really pretty little beach on the banks of the Mississippi. It was shady and green and idyllic, with only a few people around launching their boats and such. A had a great time, until it was time to go home, and it was almost like a very tiny holiday for L and I. It’s amazing that such lovely places can exist so close to home, and that you may only find out about them by chance. We’ll certainly go splashing there again, rather than the swamp-lake we explored a few weeks ago. We certainly smelled better, or at least less repulsive, on the way home.

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