"Love is in the air. Everywhere I look around." - John Paul Young
It's Spring! I think it's not officially Spring until 6:45pm-ish or so if you want to split hairs about it.
Anywho! Being that winter is over, I think it quite fitting that I post a recipe using an egg. This particular recipe came to be out of sheer ingenuity on my part. (pats myself on the back)
It's yesterday. It's noon. Jason is forgetting to eat once again because he's one of those weirdos that can forget about meals. I know that I have a big, honkin' casserole dish filled with my marinara. I set a pot to boil. I bring in my sauce from the garage fridge. I open the pantry, and I choose an opened box of thin spaghetti. The water is boiling. I add some salt to the water to season.
"Jason, you want some spaghetti for lunch?" I ask. "You haven't eaten, and it's lunch time." I quickly add before Jason has time to reject me.
"Sure, that'd be perfect." He doesn't look up or at me as he replies. Jason continues to type away with his eyes glued to the laptop screen. Recognition or not, I feel self-satisfied because I have everything in play for the makings of a decently homemade lunch. I only take a moment. CRAP!
The ground beef is still frozen. I race to the freezer, only to find it's no good anymore. I need a protein to make this lunch a complete meal. "Think, think, think." I say to myself as I grab a pan & seat it over a medium flame, readying it for the red. I eyeball a pasta portion for one hungry man. I grab and bung in the thin spaghetti to the pot of water that is (now) at a rolling boil. As I'm twirling the uncooked pasta down into its fateful cooked death, I almost say, "eff it" and resort to not caring.
I have an Oprah "aha" moment. Haha, not really. But a light bulb does go off in my brain.
I add the marina to the preheated pan, drain the spag (making sure to leave a little residual cooking water with it), add the spag to the sauce, toss toss toss, kill the heat, add an egg yolk (I discard and let its clear membrane slip through my fingers), toss toss toss some more, I grate some cheese. Voilà!!
And just like that, Pink Spaghetti is born. Marvelous!!
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| the mother ship of marinaras |
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| yolk be gone |
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| check out that blush. Seriously, compare this coral color to its once in-your-face red |
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| panned before plated |
