Last Friday, hours before Alex was due home for the weekend, I texted her to ask what she wanted for dinner and she said, “Pasta.” Knowing how much she loves pesto, I prepared a simple pasta dish with bacon and pesto. She loved it.
Having had her fill of pasta, I thought that she’s ask for something else before she went back to the condo in the city on Sunday. How wrong I was. She asked for pasta once more. The girl is a serious pasta lover, I tell you.
I wondered what kind of pasta dish I was going to prepare but she had already written the recipe inside her head. The sauce would be a combination of tomato sauce and pesto. Easy enough, I thought. Then, I discovered that we were out of olive oil. How in heaven’s name was I going to make tomato sauce? I weighed my options and decided that bacon fat and butter would have to do. The result was a resounding success. [Read more...]