Posts Tagged ‘ravioli’

New best friend

No, I did not zest these vegetables.  But I might try.  I am obsessed with zest.  Do you understand what lemon zest does to pasta?  It’s remarkable, really.  I’ve had this little zester for a few years, but never used it until recently.  I kind of thought it was broken. But check out the product of my newly-found zesting skills:

Put lemon zest on your pasta.  I’m serious.  You will come back and thank me.  Unless you do it while simultaneously using tomato sauce.  I just don’t know about that.

Anyway, we had spinach and ricotta ravioli from Trader Joe’s, and a ton of vegetables to use up, so I put them together with the zest and a little olive oil, garlic and parmesan cheese:

The only problem is that the pack of ravioli, which supposedly serves two and a half people, is weak as hell.  There are like nine pieces in there and since I’m a generous girlfriend and because I don’t like to listen to Chris moan about how hungry he is less than an hour after I slaved over a hot stove for thirty whole minutes, I always give him six.  Which leaves me with three.  Which leaves me hungry.  Which leads to this:

Not always, but tonight it did.  We shared.  I mostly had the ice cream sandwich, but if you ever see one of these Reese’s ice cream bars, I suggest you buy it.  It is amazing.  It is also full of high fructose corn syrup, but everything in moderation, right?


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Well, if this isn’t a sign, I don’t know what is:

It’s totally a smiley face.  You see that too, don’t you?  DON’T YOU?

I swear I did not form this with some sort of dropper.  It is all natural.  An omen, if you will.  I think it means that someone is going to have a good day tomorrow.  Not me, though.  It’s from Chris’s glass.  Some people have all the luck.

Anyway, I just thought I’d share.  On to dinner…

We had a bunch of vegetables in the fridge that were on their way out, so I made a package of ravioli with spinach, sun-dried tomatoes, mushrooms, some shallots, garlic, parmesan cheese and a little white wine/butter:

Just a little butter.  Like a teaspoon.  Don’t go crazy.

And of course a little Ben & Jerry’s for dessert:

Chris didn’t like this kind (!!!) so I am forced to eat it all by myself.

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Fountain of youth

It’s official:  I pulled a muscle trying to chase down the bus this morning.  My butt is killing me.  My body must be too old to handle an impromptu sprint.

I certainly didn’t want to overexert myself, so I just made ravioli for dinner:


Threw on that basil for a little pizazz.

I just asked Chris how to spell pizazz  and he said “I don’t think you want to know.  Let’s re-think this.”

So I looked it up.  Only three Zs, not four.  FYI.

I was still hungry after this because half a package of ravioli is really only five little measly pieces of pasta and that’s just not enough. I don’t care what Trader Joe’s says.  I had to have some raisins and a couple of pretzels to round out the meal:


I don’t know about you, but I have a pretty exciting night ahead of me.  The Hills season premiere is on.  I’ll probably enjoy an ice cream while I watch.  My body may be on the verge of deteriorating, but in my mind, I’m still a teeny-bopper.

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