co-production with the ever-hilarious @DCbadger
"Blow your MIND" Tomato Basil Pasta! - No Straining, just Stirring
Throw it all in the pot, INCLUDING the uncooked Pasta, and cook! - Bring it to a boil, then reduce to a simmer. The starch leaches out of the pasta and makes a rich, warm sauce for the noodles. The other ingredients cook right along with the pasta
12 ounces pasta
1 can (15 ounces) diced tomatoes with liquid
1 large sweet onion, cut in julienne strips
4 cloves garlic, thinly sliced
1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes
2 teaspoons dried oregano leaves
2 large sprigs basil, chopped
4 1/2 cups vegetable broth (regular broth and NOT low sodium)
2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
Optional Parmesan cheese for garnish
Place pasta, tomatoes, onion, garlic, basil, in a large stock pot. Pour in vegetable broth. Sprinkle on top the pepper flakes and oregano. Drizzle top with oil.
Cover pot and bring to a boil. Reduce to a low simmer and keep covered and cook for about 10 minutes, stirring every 2 minutes or so. Cook until almost all liquid has evaporated – I left about an inch of liquid in the bottom of the pot – but you can reduce as desired .
Season to taste with salt and pepper , stirring pasta several times to distribute the liquid in the bottom of the pot. Serve garnished with Parmesan cheese if desired.
We stopped at Dillon Beach on the way to Mendocino. At this dog beach, Chubby dug to his heart’s content and then flopped over to enjoy the fruits of his labor. He made his bed… then he had to lay in it!
today was a good day.
THE WARP DOGS
OH EM GEE
Just went on a date that was completely mediocre. There wasn’t necessarily anything “bad” about it, but there wasn’t much good. It totally lived up to the expectations I had for it. I REALLY tried to psyche myself up like it was going to be awesome. Like I was going to like this person. Like i would have wanted to make out with them or even sleep with them. Instead, it just kind of ended, and I was glad for it. I would have rather have been with someone else anyway. Someone it probably would have done me no good to be with, but at least I would be content. This is why I fear I will die alone. I can’t really have what I want.