As I write this post my sink is full. There is flour spread haphazardly on my countertops. There are toys everywhere. There are at least two loads of laundry that need folding. Maybe three. But who’s counting? Weeds need pulling outside. Our carpets need vacuuming. The bathrooms need cleaning. And our realtor could text me at any moment to say someone wants to see our house in an hour.
But I’m ignoring all that because… well… I have been wanting to share this recipe and I cannot wait any longer!
I’m not what you would call a ‘Tofu’ kind of gal. It’s the last thing I would pull off the shelf at the supermarket if I needed to come up with dinner ‘on the fly’.
I mean seriously… like the last thing.
I have yet to meet a noodle that pesto didn’t get along with.
Come to think of it… I have yet to meet a noodle that I didn’t get along with.
After I finished cooking this recipe I looked around my kitchen (and my neglected house), saw the mess I had made, and just wanted to cry.
I always say things like, “It looks like a tornado went through here…” or “Is there a family a bears living here? Who made this mess?!…”
But this was different.
This was worse.
I thought about just bulldozing the house and starting from scratch.