A few weeks ago I wrote about my new pasta maker and my unfortunate first effort at making pasta. I had a few family members over for a small dinner party that night, and they were very tolerant of the results. My honey would not be that tolerant. He claims to hate Italian food – that’s because if I say Italian food, he’s hears “spaghetti.” And then he says, “It’s just ketchup and noodles; why bother.”
Apparently someone in his distant past was a really bad cook. I try fairly often to douse the memory of that bad cooking, but he continues making snippy remarks whenever I suggest Italian food for dinner. (At this point I think he does it only to annoy me.) So who deserves to experience my experiments in pasta making more than he? I can’t possibly disappoint him, right?
Many readers of the blog suggested recipes. I started with one from Laurie’s favorite Pasta Fresca by Viana La Place and Evan Kleiman. When I made angel hair from their recipe, I got exactly what I was hoping for when I bought that pasta maker: tender, delicate, delicious fresh pasta.
While the pasta dough was resting, I slivered some onions and garlic and tossed them into a pan with 2 tablespoons of olive oil and sautéed them for two minutes over medium heat. I then added 1 cup of chardonnay (of course, because it was Toasted Head, I poured myself a glass too) and let it reduce while I filled a pan with water and brought to a boil.
That freed me to uncover the grill and light the sear burner. While it was heating up, I made a very simple salad of baby romaine and Cambazola with a dressing of olive oil, my favorite Hop Kiln Zinfandel orange mustard and some white balsamic vinegar.
I gave my honey the job of blackening the salmon while I added half a cup of heavy cream to the wine reduction and brought it up to a bubble. I finished it by zesting a lemon over it, then cut the lemon in half and squeezed in the juice too. Serve the lemon sauce over the pasta and top with the blackened salmon. That’s it; we’re done already. Sometimes there’s nothing nicer than an intimate dinner party for two.
I plan to try the many recipe suggestions I’ve received from readers, although this one was so good, I’m not sure I’ll find a better–or even an equal! And as much as my sweetie claims to not like pasta, he took seconds. Then he took leftovers home for his lunch the next day.
Maybe it’s because I forgot to put any ketchup in the sauce?