My internal calendar broke this week. I knew without a doubt that the recipe this week was the onion rings, and I had made peace with skipping them since it's kinda hot and we don't have air conditioning (so turning on the oven isn't so appealing). Then Peggy posted about these noodles last night and I thought "Peggy's confused about what the recipe is this week." Never occurred to me that I could be confused (which is ironic since I'm confused most of the time).
A quick check of the Craving Ellie in My Belly website confirmed that there's nothing wrong with Peggy's memory. Mine however, not so good.
Since everyone raves so much about this recipe, I wanted to make it, but I was out of peanut butter, snap peas, snow peas, fresh ginger, limes, peanuts... And I was DETERMINED to make the actual recipe this week, not some hybrid aberration that is food on a plate but that's where the similarity to the recipe ends. So, even though I am beyond busy at work this week, at lunchtime I left the office, left campus and headed to Whole Foods. I'm sure people who saw me there thought I had won one of those contests where you get to run through the store and grab everything you can in five minutes. I resisted the urge to run all of the red lights and stopped by the house (wouldn't you know practically everything I bought had to be refrigerated), waking the cat from her nap with the same take-no-prisoners ninja attack technique that had startled so many at Whole Foods. Rush back to work and settle in my office as if I had been there all along.
When I got home from work, I decided that I would nix the steaming of the vegetables and would instead boil them briefly in the pasta water. Otherwise, I made the recipe EXACTLY as Ellie wrote it. I know, I was shocked too. Well, I did double the sauce and use fusilli instead of spaghetti and use a full pound of pasta (the bag ripped and it all fell in the pot) and add lime zest but it was EXACTLY the same as the recipe.
Things were going well until I turned on the food processor and somehow, soy sauce and peanut butter sprayed out of it ON TO THE CAMERA. Primal scream, drop everything, clean clean clean. Cooking is so relaxing.
M. walked in the door just as I had plated the serving for the photo and was thrilled that we weren't eating leftover lentil chili again. Really, I could have given him cereal and I think he would have been happy. But he loved this, and even had seconds. In fact he ate so much, he turned down chocolates after dinner. That's how good it was. It made a ton of leftovers, and I'm glad, because you can dress this one up with grilled portobello mushrooms, chicken, fish, shrimp, or tofu.