No the title does not mean that my husband works for IBM. Nor does it have anything to do with any sort of irritable bowl issue. According to him, IBM stands for something else.
My husband had been wanting to spend time with each of our mom’s in the kitchen, and a few weeks after he baked apple slices with his mom, he asked my mom, V, to teach him how to make pasta from scratch.
Due to the sugar detox plan that I almost killed myself on, I haven’t been able to try monthly recipes from WordPress blogs like I had hoped. But, since I haven’t posted a recipe in a while, I thought I’d share this one. I made it on day 28 of the 31-day-detox. It has all the approved ingredients on the list for the diet (except salt). At the risk of sounding like a brag, this turned out fan-tab-ulous!
Yep, I’m the shrimp who cooked a shrimp recipe. If you read my nomination post for the Versatile Blogger Award, one random thing about me that I shared is that I’m under five feet tall.
Anyway … it’s been some time since I put up a recipe. I’ve had this drafted for a while, but something else always came up that I wanted to write for my blog. So, today I thought I’d finally share my own made-up shrimp & pasta recipe. I call myself the in-the-pantry cook, which includes whatever is in the pantry I can find, but also the refrigerator/freezer. I also like to make things simple. I’m not a vegetarian or a vegan, for those of you looking for those types of recipes. Continue reading “A Shrimp Cooks Shrimp”
Well, it looks like we’ve reached our limit of cooler days here in Florida. ::sigh::
I say that because we got one cool day last week so I made a nice, hearty bowl of pasta fagioli. I took a photo of it when I finished and thought I’d share.
It’s a simple Italian meal my family made for dinner. I was told by my grandparents (whom I wrote about in my free memoir read – The Sweet Revolting Development.), that in Italy, the peasants made this meal because it didn’t cost much. They used the word “peasants” referring to the poor there.
The words pasta fagioli mean pasta and beans. The dish was cheap because they couldn’t afford meat, and yet it made a good, heavy meal. I’ll describe the ingredients, or recipe, below. Continue reading “Pasta and Peasants”
Well, Mom just called me from Chicago. She made it home safe and sound. Even though I wasn’t well the first week of her visit, we had a nice time. She was a big help on the days I didn’t feel well.
We finally got out to enjoy the weather on Sunday and went to the Ringling Museum. The sky looked like a shiny slate, clear of any defects, including clouds. What a day! A perfect breeze, comfortable in the sun and a tinge of cool under the shade. Here is a picture of the two of us with a touch of sky showing in the right corner.
We also ate … and ate, and ate! I made the meatballs that I talk about in my short story anthology. If you haven’t checked it out yet, go to my page on this blog with the story clips. I didn’t make the cavatelli that I talk about in the story, because we had cheese ravioli with the meatballs instead. Yum! I’m sure I gained back the few pounds I lost when I was sick.
Anyone else have anything good to eat lately? Anyone have a meal even at a restaurant. We went to Bonefish with Mom one evening. They are well-known for their Bang Bang Shrimp.
Stop by and drop me a line with recipes or a good restaurant.