I have three more Italian language classes left this session...trying to decide if I should continue with them and sign up for the next semester. I listen intently in each class, make copious notes and by the time class is over and I'm in my car headed home, I have forgotten everything. Either my brain has reached maximum capacity or it's on strike...the only words I've been able to retain in the last two months are cane (dog), bicicletta (bike), gatto (cat), and estate (summer)...pronounced es-tah-tay. And if you can say that while waving your arms, then somewhere along the line there was an Italian in your wood pile!
At the risk of giving you all Deja-poo...the feeling you've heard this crap before...I must enter into the record, for the judge in my future defense, that I will no longer be a passenger in any car driven by the mister. I am done. The mister and I were out and about when a Honda cut in front of the mister. Cue the drums...the mister, a recovering road-rage-arhia addict, fell off "the wagon" and flipped out! He sped up next to the car, honked the horn, rolled down his window and screamed, "Where'd you learn to drive Jack***?" And to my horror, the Honda driver rolled down his passenger window and said, "What's the matter old man? Did I scare you? You're so old you fart dust!" The Honda driver then hit the gas and sped past us. The mister was not amused, he ignored my pleas to just let it go...for the next 5 miles the Honda driver and the mister put me through a high-speed-ride-of-terror! I begged the mister to slow down and stop his nonsense, but my words fell on his cauliflowered ears. I was hanging on for dear life when I had an epiphany: We may be married; we may live in the same house; but I have my OWN car!! The Honda sped past us once again, heading straight down the road as we turned up the hill, my ride of terror was over. The mister had a smug look on his face, he was quite pleased with himself...and as my heart rate returned to normal I smiled at the thought of never having to ride with him again.
Now that I've got that out of my system, I can tell you about this dish...it's great hot or cold! No kidding! Serve it up on a bed of lettuce for a cool summer meal or keep it warm , either way you'll enjoy the fresh taste of summer in every bite. Corn cut from the cob, garden fresh zucchini, sweet onion, and vine ripe tomatoes are the basis for this summer spaghetti. You'll be surprised how velvety smooth and yummy the no-sauce-sauce is, but if you want more of a saucy-sauce then you could add in 1/2 cup of cream...I won't tell. Feel free to add in other veggies if you want, this is a very adaptable dish and since it's not smothered in sauce, you'll taste each and every veggie..it's dang good, worthy of company or perfect if eaten by yourself on your bed in your locked bedroom.
Estate Spaghetti - Pots and Pins
2 ears of fresh corn, removed from cobs
1 small zucchini, chopped (about 1 1/2 cups)
1/3 large sweet onion
4 tablespoons butter or olive oil, plus more for finishing
8 small vine-ripe tomatoes, or 4 large vine-ripe tomatoes, coarsely chopped
salt and pepper to taste
1/2 cup shredded Parmesan, plus more for serving
1 tablespoon fresh oregano, chopped
2 tablespoons fresh basil, chopped
2 tablespoons fresh Italian parsley, chopped
1 lb. cooked spaghetti, drained
Fresh rosemary for garnish
(You can add the rosemary to the skillet if you want, I usually don't as the mister is not a fan, if I use rosemary as a garnish I can still have the flavor and he can remove it.)
In a large skillet over medium-high heat, melt butter or heat olive oil until hot, add corn, zucchini and onion and saute for 5 to 6 minutes. Stir in chopped tomatoes, saute for an additional 5 minutes. Sprinkle Parmesan over the top, add chopped basil and parsley and season with salt and pepper to taste. Add cooked spaghetti, toss to coat. Drizzle more olive oil on top and serve with more Parmesan cheese. Serves 6.
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