Holiday pasta
When I was a little kid, I was a monster about food. I would go to a relative's house for the holidays, and not even five minutes after I waddled through the door I would ask what was being served for dinner. Then, of course, I would proceed to have a temper tantrum if it
was not one of the very few foods I liked.
When I was around six years old, my mom got fed up with it and told me to bring food from home. I can vividly remember what has to be about a hundred side-hugs with my uncles and aunts, a Tupperware container of cold rice and peas gripped awkwardly in one of my hands. It became part of the routine. As I was getting ready to leave, my mom would holler from the porch: Have you seen the keys? Is the gift for your cousin wrapped? Where is the Tupperware?
Going to my grandma’s house has never felt like going to my other family members though. When I first started my picky eater streak, she caught on immediately and handed me a bowl of plain mac and cheese. My mom complained that I could have had what I brought from home, but my grandma still went ahead and made it, saying: “It´s Thanksgiving. We should all be thankful for what we´re eating,” while smiling at me. After that, whenever my family went to my grandma's house, even before we knocked on the door, she already had a huge pot of pasta boiling.
Today, I just eat whatever is being served during holidays, but my grandma still always makes the same pasta from all those years ago for me. It´s plain, and not exactly the most exciting recipe, but it´s always meant a lot to me.
was not one of the very few foods I liked.
When I was around six years old, my mom got fed up with it and told me to bring food from home. I can vividly remember what has to be about a hundred side-hugs with my uncles and aunts, a Tupperware container of cold rice and peas gripped awkwardly in one of my hands. It became part of the routine. As I was getting ready to leave, my mom would holler from the porch: Have you seen the keys? Is the gift for your cousin wrapped? Where is the Tupperware?
Going to my grandma’s house has never felt like going to my other family members though. When I first started my picky eater streak, she caught on immediately and handed me a bowl of plain mac and cheese. My mom complained that I could have had what I brought from home, but my grandma still went ahead and made it, saying: “It´s Thanksgiving. We should all be thankful for what we´re eating,” while smiling at me. After that, whenever my family went to my grandma's house, even before we knocked on the door, she already had a huge pot of pasta boiling.
Today, I just eat whatever is being served during holidays, but my grandma still always makes the same pasta from all those years ago for me. It´s plain, and not exactly the most exciting recipe, but it´s always meant a lot to me.
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Prepare time: ten minutes Cooking time: eight minutes Total time: twenty minutes
Recipe
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Step one:
Lay out your ingredients and supplies. Step two: Fill your pot with water, and place it on the stovetop. Move the temperature dial to high heat. Wait for it to boil. Step three: add salt to the water. Step four: Carefully pour your pasta noodles into the pot. Step five: stir the pasta for a minute or so. Then stir occasionally throughout the next eight minutes. |
Step six:
Once pasta is properly cooked, drain the water by pouring the pot's contents into the pasta strainer, above a sink. Once excess water has been removed, move pasta back to the pot. Step seven: Add olive oil to the pot, stir in to be distributed among pasta noodles. Step eight: Add salt to pasta. Stir. Step nine: Add the cheese to the pot. Stir as well, until it is fairly melted. Step ten: Pour pasta onto a plate, or into a bowl. |