I’ve had my copy of the Rao’s Cookbook for years. My mom had somehow gotten a copy of it, and was going to give it to one of my uncles for Christmas or his birthday or something. My sister and I got a hold of it, and my mom had to find another gift!
One of the recipes I keep coming back to is the Pasta Filetto Di Pomodoro. I think I first made it sometime after I moved to South Dakota. Jay likes Italian food as much as I do, and while I could’ve found the prosciutto or pancetta quite easily back home (back in Columbus, there’s even an Italian market that I always wanted to go and check out, but never got around to), I had to make do with bacon or ham out here, until about 5 or 6 years ago.
Nowadays, though, South Dakota’s slowly catching up with the rest of the country, and both pancetta and prosciutto are readily available in our grocery stores, which is nice. Oddly enough, though, I don’t think I’ve made Pasta Filetto di Pomodoro since the two have shown up in the stores–It’s been that long since I’ve made it. I thought though, since Jay had bought some pancetta for a recipe I ended up not making, I’d use it for this. I had a couple cans of San Marzano tomatoes I bought awhile ago, as well as some Jovial Fusilli. I’ve been really liking the Einkorn pastas as of late. Jay’s only comment about it is that it “tastes healthy.” He’ll get over it!
I still wanted something comforting after Friday’s escapades, and a nice big bowl of pasta is one of my favorite comfort foods.
With some chewy bread rolls on the side, it was perfect. Having (finally) used real pancetta this time around, there was a nice smoky hint that didn’t ever come with using regular bacon.
It’s not too difficult, as far as pasta sauces go, and it’s perfect for a weeknight or weekend supper. Hopefully I remember this, and don’t go years without making it again!
Yesterday turned out to be pretty good, after all…A coworker of Jay’s came by to help him critter-proof the attic…Since I am a cowardly sort, the bambino and I spent a couple hours running errands, since I had no idea what might be lurking up there. Thankfully, whatever I heard the other night was either seriously well-hidden and didn’t wake up during all the noise that was being made, or it left in search of somewhere else to hang out, because they found NOTHING…Well, evidence that something had been in there, as well as a big gaping hole in the roof (apparently back when the addition to our house was put on, the then-owners hired the Three Stooges to do the work, which is why you can tell the back of our house is of much lower-quality than the rest of the house). They patched that up and further critter-proofed the place, and I am forever grateful for that. I can (hopefully) rest easier now!