As evidenced in an earlier post, I am getting very domestic around these parts. And by domestic I mean sometimes I watch Marcus cook. A couple weeks ago, after an exhausting day of bridal registry indecisiveness, we decided to make a pasta salad. We picked up lots of delicious, crispy vegetables and some polish kielbasa and we were all set. Marcus did all the chopping because he doesn’t trust me with a knife loves using knives. I decided to be self-starter and {without any prompting or step by step directions} I began to boil the pasta. Feeling quite proud of myself, I began to hum and enjoy myself in the kitchen. Well, until Marcus turned around, got all up in my business, and asked you cooked ALLL that pasta?!
Rude! Yes, I cooked ALL that pasta. {please note that objects in photograph are much greater quantity than they appear} I cooked two boxes. Marcus eats a lot and I am used to seeing my mom prepare food in massive amounts for my family. I thought I was on the right track. Knowing better than to traumatize and break my cooking spirit forever, Marcus simply shrugged and said I’ll just chop more veggies. Good man.
YUM!!!!
All the ingredients on the table…..
We would need a B-I-G bowl..
Our kitchen assistant, Jillian, mixes in the sausage.
Marcus made some homemade Italian dressing
I mixed it all together
And it was all good.
We ate pasta salad for days
But Marcus can sleep easy at night knowing that I will be able to cook for a family of 15.
Love,
LotsaPasta Laura
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