As I’m typing this, I’m currently sitting on what has to be one of the longest train rides to Seattle I’ve ever sat on. I’m too cheap to buy anything to eat or drink on the train so all I can think about is how is how I regret not bringing the left over fired chicken.
Well, I’m back.
No, really this time.
This post marks the halfway point of midterms in the MBA program. Still, if you ask me, it feels more like the second year at this point. Heck, you might notice that I don’t really do much in the way of comical pre-emblems to most of these posts anymore, but I digress. This year, I’m going super cheap with my menu choices due to my very limited budget. With that in mind, I have a surprisingly affordable recipe for Alfredo Sauce.
The last time I went home, I babysat my oldest brothers kids. I had this glorious idea that I would cook everything for them, including the desserts. Truth be told, my mouth was bigger than my stomach. Instead of this being a three day testament to my fabulous kitchen skills it ended of a frustrating adventure that culminated in the refrigerator breaking. I don’t think the two things are connected, but I can appreciate the horrible timing of it all. Sure, some of the meals where greatly enjoyed, but given the time it took to do everything, I could honestly appreciate the appeal of TV Dinners and takeout. The one thing I did manage to hit out of the ballpark was the cinnamon roll pancake.
True story, I decided on the last minute to go to a potluck, which meant trying to think up something quick and cheap to make, thus the original to these lovely pizza croissants. This whole thing probably cost me about $15 and 35 minutes or so.
In honor me contemplating how much I love choose your own adventure books, I’m going to let you choose your own pre-emblem. Remember, no peaking!
Many years ago, in my high school cooking class, Mrs. Mathews gave the class a spaghetti and garlic bread assignment. Two things stand out about that day. First, she had us make our own pasta, which blew my mind. The mere fact that normal people could make their own spaghetti noodles was shocking to me. Second, Mrs. Mathews wanted us to put carrots in the spaghetti sauce. I’ll never forget when she came up to my group’s station, looked at the sauce and comment on how the carrots gave it a robust color. It was all I could do to not give her some side eye. I mean seriously, carrots in a spaghetti sauce? If I were Italian, I’d die a little on the inside at the mere sight of the weird orange color that the sauce displayed.
Flash forward fifteen years and I’m going to give you guys a recipe for a spaghetti sauce with carrots in it. Heck, were going to take it further off the grid. Not only are going maverick with the carrots, but we are also going to make our own noodles. Sort of. Instead of using grain noodles, we’re going to use vegetable noodles. Why deviate so much from the traditional Italian flare?
Because this is America, not Italy. If Italy has beef with that, we can take it outside.