For dinner we’re going to cook some frozen pasta we have. Nothing exciting, I know. MMC Racing had his wisdom teeth pulled so we’re eating soft foods for a week. The pasta we happened to have in the freezer already.
It’s time to start dinner and I am filling the stock pot full of water for the pasta. I notice the hubby in the pantry. “Whatcha lookin’ for?” I give a shout to him as I hear his hands are rummaging through the shelves. “Pasta sauce.”
I move the stock pot to the burner and as I add salt I say, “I can make some for you!” Did I just say that? Seriously? Did I just volunteer to make him a tomato sauce?
“Grab a can of tomatoes and a can of tomato paste, please.” I am smiling. Only a chef knows what she needs without looking at the full recipe after only making it once before. I have a red onion from the neighbor, some minced garlic in the fridge, fresh tomatoes from the yard, salt, pepper, seasonings… everything I need right there!
I reach for the Good Housekeeping cookbook from the stack of books I use frequently and search for the recipe I have used before. I know the basic ingredients but I need the measures before I would feel comfortable starting to cook it. I am quickly trying to find it because MMC Racing wants to eat, and I need to make sure he eats at a reasonable time so he doesn’t get an upset stomach. I can’t find it. Oh sure book – make a liar out of me! I was getting angry with the book. Hello? Inanimate object. You can’t get mad at a book. I flip through the index in the back for a second time, this time looking under sauce instead of tomato or pasta. Duh. It is a sauce first.
“Found it!” I nearly jump up and down in the kitchen I am so excited I found it. I confirm I have what I need and start rinsing and chopping. I check in with him that a 20 minute turnaround time once it starts cooking is ok. Yep. Great! I happily chop up 1 small red onion. Normally I would have used the white onion I had on the counter, but it was a large onion and I didn’t want to waste it. What’s also great is the red onion is sweet and I think we both like our sauce on the sweet side, so this would be a good compliment. I hope!
I scoop out the minced garlic from the jar I have in the fridge. While I am not a fan of using the jarred stuff, it is handy when the garlic you bought at the store was already growing its little green sprout!
I slice up three little tomatoes from the garden and dump the veggie trash in the counter composter. Woot!
I turn on both burners. Add the olive oil to the 2 quart pot and start the cookin’! Wahoo!
Dinner turned out delicious.
I think I am still stunned that I made sauce from scratch, on a whim! I said to MMC Racing who’s sitting on the couch, “6 months ago I would have said, ‘Sorry, babe.’ about the sauce and would have expected him to go without. But today, I was all ‘get me some stuff and I’ll make it for you!’ How crazy is that?”
There is something about tonight’s lack of hesitation that has me really liking myself! I never would have offered to make red sauce before this Involuntary Housewife thing. I feel accomplished.