Tonight, for the first time in weeks, I made a new recipe. I'd been lusting after this one since Monday night, when S presented me with a small present from his mom--one of Giada DeLaurentiis' cookbooks (if that's spelled wrong, oh well. The book's not in front of me, and I'm too lazy to look it up.). I don't love Giada, because I think she looks too skinny to be a cook. She looks like she doesn't eat the food she cooks, and that annoys me. However, I will admit that her food is infinitely more accessible, at least cooking-wise, than that other maestro of Italian food, Mario Batali.
Anyway, the recipe. Farfalle with Turkey Sausage, Peas and Mushrooms. Primo delicioso. It wasn't that difficult to make, and it tastes very good. I really like the taste of turkey sausage in things. I think it's almost better than regular Italian sausage. Anyway, I didn't cut the recipe in half, because that's a pain in the ass with sausages, and I used fewer mushrooms (and baby Portobellos to boot) because the packages aren't in the size she specified. I also used WAAAAY less oil, and I don't think it's missing anything. And it's better for me. (In general, I think cookbooks use too much oil. I'm not sure if it's just my tastes, but it's too heavy and greasy. I usually end up cutting out at least half of the oil from any given recipe.) I didn't season according to her quantities either, but added as much as I thought it needed. I season by eye these days. (Unless I'm making sloppy joe.)
So yeah. I would recommend it. I could see myself making it again, but next time, I'd like to make it for someone else, who could enjoy it with me. Sometimes I'm so sad that S doesn't like this kind of thing, only because I like to share good food. I want him to taste it and tell me that it's as fantastic as I think it is. Regardless. Yum yum.
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