this evening, i decided we’d have some good old rotini and meatballs for dinner. i broke the 1 hour tv rule for today to be able to make it, but oh well, it was for a good cause. food.
so the pasta’s almost done and i grab a can of sauce out of the cupboard and open it. but wait…that’s not pasta sauce, it’s stewed tomatoes. shit.
ok, well, we’ll just add them to the pasta sauce that is right…at the grocery store, apparently. hmmm. creative time.
add in half an avocado, maybe? yup. and hey, here’s some old (but not expired, i checked) pizza sauce, i can use that. wait, nope. can’t get the jar open. that can’t be a good sign. k. onto plan, what, e?
add in a quarter of a jar of hot salsa? yup. sounds good enough. toss it all together with our chicken meatballs and presto! a clean the fridge out dinner.
seriously? best pasta i’ve ever made. better than spaghetti and honey garlic meatballs. better than jambalaya. and i was seriously concerned that z would veto. but nope. ate more of it than any other pasta, ever – even after half a banana and a cup of milk. she put that shit back!
and in the spirit of reinvention, i’m doing fun things with z. like pudding painting and tonight, putting her hair into a -almost half of it – ponytail. (holy shit, how much does her hair colour look like mine in that pic, eh?)
this was after i started building her puzzle and she wrecked it. it became a game to wreck it. do you know how wrong that is, to someone like me? but ultimately, it was fun cuz it was new, you know? i’m learning to let go.
yeah.
