pasta earrings'

freshholeinthewall  asked:

What's a critter that would make a really tasty meal when you cook it?

“Whatcha havin’?”

Given the posh decoration of the restaurant and her elegant gown, Asher thought the waitress’s lax speech was a bit odd, but declined to comment on it. Instead, he smiled halfheartedly and gestured towards the menu. “Teesharen fillet, please.”

“S’ out. Ain’t gettin’ of ‘em til t’morra.”

“That’s fine,” the man replied after a breath. “How’s the grazer flank?”

“S’ shit, if I’m bein’ honest withcha.” She shrugged. “Sweetie burns it e’reytime.”

Asher sighed and returned his gaze to the menu. “Azi steaks?”

“Fresh ‘ut.”

“Pasta with Hoop ear?”

“Ain’t ‘ad Hoop in years.”

Asher briefly considered lighting the vexing woman on fire. “Kala fish?” Before the woman could open her mouth, he held up a hand. “Okay, how about you tell me what you do have, and I’ll order that.”

That gave the waitress pause. “We got ham.”



He sighed and handed the menu back to the woman before standing up. “My best friend was a boar. Fair warning; for wasting my precious time and spoiling my appetite, I’m going to burn this place down.”

The waitress nodded and untied the apron at her waist as flames began to dance along Asher’s hands. “Ne’er liked tis dump an’way.”


The weather here in Portland, Oregon is gorgeous this weekend. We tidied up our garden space yesterday and planted seed potatoes. Our peas are already 2-inches tall and today we’re going to map out the rest of our garden. We’re way too busy to spend much time indoors, so this was a perfect, quick and scrumptious meal that I made in less than 15 minutes.

Before I tell you how I made this, I want you to know that contrary to what you think you are seeing here in these pictures, those little ears of pasta are not stuck together. Rather, there is some garlicky, buttery goodness between each piece.

Orecciette pasta is notorious for nesting together when it cooks. You can easily end up with undercooked or overcooked pasta that can be gummy in the middle. To cook it so that each little ear isn’t stuck to its next-door neighbor, I make sure to drop the pieces in the boiling water individually. Then I stir frequently. Another method that I have read about but never actually tried is to start the orecciette in cold water and then bring it to boil. If you try that, let me know if it works!

To make this Orecciette pasta with shrimp, I brought salted water to boil in a large sauce pan and added about one cup of orecciette pasta. (You could use any pasta shape you like.)

While the pasta cooked I melted a couple of tablespoons of butter in a large sauté pan and added two minced cloves of garlic. After a minute I added about one half pound peeled, deveined, raw shrimp to the pan along with about a quarter of a cup of dry white wine. I turned the heat up and cooked the shrimp for a couple of minutes until they were cooked through and then I removed the shrimp to a preheated bowl. Continue to cook down the wine until it is syrupy, scraping the pan for any lovely pieces of frond. Add some chopped parsley, a squeeze of lemon and a little salt and pepper. At this point I added a little more butter to the pan.

Drain the pasta and add it to the shrimp. Pour over the sauce and toss together.

Serves 2, 3 or 4 people depending on how hungry your diners are, and what else you’re serving with this. In our case it was a spinach salad.

Better Creatures (Ginny/Mike, NC-17)

Late night, last minute fic for Bawson Sinning Sundays! Forgive me, I was driving today.

Things are, well…awkward seems like too weak a word.

Tense as fuck. Earth-shifting. Walking on crates of dynamite while juggling lit torches.

Mike’s not sure how to deal with the fallout of their near-kiss, so he shuts down. He avoids unnecessary eye contact or small talk with Ginny, stops calling or checking in with her. It’s too much. Everything is too much to handle and there’s an instinct in him to protect them both.

He spends a lot of time thinking about the almosts and the maybes. He’s kept awake by the coulda, woulda, shouldas. If he had turned his phone off or ignored her plea to answer it when Oscar called. If he hadn’t stumbled and stuttered over his words before cracking a joke to lighten the mood. If he hadn’t waited for her to take the lead.

If he hadn’t called her out to the bar at all, and they wouldn’t be in this goddamn mess.

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i wasnt kidding with that tag tho like..imagine lud and feli living in a little stone house with flowers all over it and they spend afternoons gardening and taking care of the flowers and lud is like. working really hard at weeding or something and feli just puts flowers in his hair and luds hair and after a while lud stops taking them out


Orecchiette with Chorizo Gravy

Submitted by cookingwithleftovers

It took me until the last mystery box to discover that not using every ingredient in the box was the way to go. The ‘little ear’ pasta is my favorite kind, so that is the star of this dish, mixed with creamy, thick, spicy, earthy gravy sauce.. Cozy comfort food.

2 ½ cups dry orecchiette pasta, cooked
1 ½ cups reserved pasta water
4 pads of butter
1 tablespoon of flour
2 chorizo sausage links
2 big sticks rosemary (about 2 tablespoons, chopped), divided
asparagus stalks and ½ lemon
tomato garnish

Cook the pasta al dente with about ½ tablespoon rosemary in the boiling water, and reserve the cooking liquid. Squeeze the chorizo out of the casings and into a hot pan. Cook until crispy.

Remove ¾ of the chorizo from the pan; add butter and flour. Cook on low heat for 5 minutes until combined, then add the pasta water slowly- a little at a time- mixing into the flour and cooking on low heat until gravy-like. Add in the remaining rosemary and season well with salt and pepper. After another 5 minutes or so, fold in the chorizo.

Cook the asparagus with the lemon in the oven- 350 degrees for about 20 minutes.

In a bowl, add a big spoonful of pasta, a big spoonful of chorizo gravy, a few tomato quarters as a garnish, and top with some asparagus.

Just plan to take a nap afterwards..

anonymous asked:

things you said at the kitchen table - Taegi please :)

“Hey, did you hear about the Italian chef?”

Yoongi raised a slightly judgmental eyebrow and stopped twirling the spaghetti noodles in his fork. “Wait, who?”

Taehyung looked side to side, as if checking to see if the coast was clear for whatever was coming next. He then leaned over so that his lips were close to the older’s ears.

“He… pasta way.”

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