I had plans this afternoon to make a nice plum recipe, but then came home and discovered that Beast had made dinner already. And since I'm never one to scoff when the husband cooks (or cleans. The dude proceeded to wash the dishes afterwards, too.) , we had spaghetti instead. (Actually, I think it was angel hair, but at that point, who cares? It was pasta, and it was cooked.)
We're still slowly making our way through the tomato soup I made last week, though, so after Beast piled my plate full of pasta, ground sausage, and sauteed veggies, I heated up some of the soup and spooned some of it and some parmesan cheese over top. Voilà! Makeshift tomato sauce over ... whatever-pasta-that-was and meatballs!
Plums tomorrow perhaps.
We're still slowly making our way through the tomato soup I made last week, though, so after Beast piled my plate full of pasta, ground sausage, and sauteed veggies, I heated up some of the soup and spooned some of it and some parmesan cheese over top. Voilà! Makeshift tomato sauce over ... whatever-pasta-that-was and meatballs!
Plums tomorrow perhaps.