The other day I picked up tortellini and sweet Italian sausage for supper. What I really wanted to do was pick up fast food - something I didn’t have to prepare and that wouldn’t heat up the kitchen. But...that’s not terribly cost-effective. So I was good and stopped at the market instead. I knew this wouldn’t take much time to prepare and would be really good.
We tend to do tortellini very simply and, usually, without tomato sauce. It is boiled in well salted water (if you don’t add enough salt to the pasta water, you won’t be able to add enough salt at the table for it to taste right) and then tossed with butter, garlic and lots of freshly ground pepper. This time, I was going to cut the sausage into “coins”, fry that up and toss that in as well.
So, I cooked the sausage and the tortellini and tossed them together. Then I ladled out the mixture (useful creature, a ladle, good for dishing out small, slippery pasta pieces) into two bowls, adding butter, garlic and pepper to both. Then I shoved forks into the bowls, grabbed paper towels and headed for the living room. We often eat there in the warm weather because the kitchen is so small and it’s usually cooler elsewhere - especially immediately after food preparation :)
I must have gotten butter on my fingers and not known it. As I headed into the hallway, on of the bowls jumped out of my hands and all the pasta and sausages attempted to grow wings and fly. They didn’t do too badly for insensate little lumps but, alas, the attempt failed and they all wound up on the hardwood floor. Well, one landed on the throw rug in the hall, but there’s always one, isn’t there?
I handed the other bowl to Myria and set about cleaning up the mess. This is always a problem for me. I get so embarrassed and frustrated by my own clumsiness that I can’t bear the thought of anyone seeing the results of it. I don’t want to talk and I don’t want help. Just leave me alone and pretend it didn’t happen, please?
Sigh. Of course when I had finished cleaning up, Myria insisted on sharing what was left and made a bowl of soup to help give a little more substance to the meal. I could laugh about it once I had calmed down but oh man - sometimes I think I shouldn’t be allowed out in public :)
Revamped and re-started the Harry Potter scarf. I’m going to be making two of them for my nephews and as they are still pretty young, I felt some scaling down was necessary. That meant going to DPNs rather than using a circular but after the first couple of rows, it wasn’t a problem and I am quite pleased with the progress.
Three stripes down, twelve to go
I also started the Cross Your Heart Scarf in the mystery yarn I wrote about last Friday.
Cross Your Heart
Close-up stitches
Which I will not, of course, wear when I am attempting pasta :)
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You know, I don’t have accidents like that *too* often, but when I do...look out! I’m like you - don’t look at me, don’t make sympathetic noises, just let me clean it up. I SO dislike looking/being clumsy. Grrrr!
On a happier note, that mystery yarn is looking very good. :) I really love those colors - very sophisticated.
Ahh - Someone who understands! On the other hand, I made pasta and sauce today (haven’t made sauce in years and had forgotten how relatively easy and good it can be) and didn’t spill a drop!
I’ll probably never know what this yarn really is, but it sure works up pretty!
I am a clutz, too. But never with the boring stuff. I have to be clumsy with the messiest, most expensive, most staining, irreplaceable, urgent stuff.
My mohair shawl better watch out, huh? I like the colors of your mystery yarn, just enough of the reddish-orange and greyish-purple to make it stand out.
Oh Laura, do you ever have it right! I never spill water but don’t hand me grape juice! A mouthful in the bottom of the glass expands to a quart by the time it lands on the rug!
