...yesterday morning, I felt absolutely no guilt making this beautiful, fabulous pasta for my family last night.
Now, I've expressed in the past the new and exciting way of cooking we've found in the Hill house since Dea and Darius moved in. I've learned to fry anything and everything from chicken to catfish and there was a night not so long ago when I made neck-bones.
No, you didn't misread. Neck-bones. Want the recipe? That's what I thought.
Aside from these dishes, they call my cooking 'mochalatte'.
"It's too fancy." Which it's not.
"It's plain." Which means I didn't fry anything.
"It's got shrimp in it." Well, I can't really argue with that. I love shrimp and when it's mixed with pasta and tomato cream sauce, heavenly!
Tonight, as the boys were activating the "Backup Plan" which entails heating up Tostino's pizzas or burritos instead of eating my cooking, Dea gave me a little culinary suggestion.
"MaMelissa, you know what you should make? Frito pies. You know, with a can of chili, fritos, rice and cheese. Now THAT would be sooooo goooooood."
Seriously? Frito Pie?
Now, don't get me wrong, I love Frito pies as much as the next guy and really believe Fritos are the secret to world peace, but we're trying to expand their taste in food beyond what you can find at our local convenience store.
It would also be nice if they actually tasted the food before drowning it in Ranch Dressing or hot sauce but I'm a dreamer that way.
Tonight, I'm making fish but may be a rebel and bake it instead of frying it.
I know. I run with scissors, too.