Monday, 16 February 2009
Spinach with Spirali
I remarked months ago that the sight of pasta with something green and something pink made me nostalgic for spinach with spirali. Well, a couple of weeks ago it came to a head and I just had to have it.
Bacon, fried with garlic and chilli. Frozen chopped spinach. And this was cavatappi, not spirali, but it was just the thing to grip the sauce in its curls and ridges. It was every bit as good as I remembered. More to the point, Paul, who didn't grow up with this and therefore didn't wear the rose-coloured glasses of nostalgia, thought it was pretty good too. Unlike last night when he indulged me and watched The Breakfast Club.