My husband likes most all that I cook for him – in fact, the only thing that got a resounding thumbs down were my Cold Peanut Noodles – I still say it’s not the noodles so much as his distaste for cold pasta, but that’s another story for another day. But because of his regular approval, I live for those dishes that mean adoration spelled across his face in a smile – the ones that get a “This is REALLY good, baby!” instead of a mere “It’s good.” The bites that make him look up immediately, eyes creased with a smile, the satisfaction emanating in a grin and nod. They don’t tell you when you get married that you become hypersensitive to context clues, but alas, here I am, reading facial expressions like ancient runes, sussing out the inside scoop. Continue reading Littleneck Clams with Chorizo and Garlic
Despite all of my champagne wishes and caviar dreams, I am no Warren Buffett when it comes to grocery shopping. Or I should say that I have no Buffett budget, given that the man eats a DQ cheeseburger and a cherry coke every night. Though I am such an ingredient purist time in and time out, occasionally, I make an exception or two. One example would be in this recipe that uses *gasp* canned clams!
Don’t give up on me just yet. I love love love Linguine alle Vongole, or linguine with white clam sauce. I crave it and when I do, I want it ASAP. And yet, I don’t have the time or money to go clamming every time I have a hankering for some goodness. And so I have created this version over the years that is an altered version of my Dad’s recipe. The sentiment is still the same, however – you take a jar of white clam sauce, add an excessive amount of red pepper for heat and extra canned clams for awesomeness, and you serve atop boxed linguine. You can scoff, but it beats the hell out of spending $20 on the clams alone, and all of the ingredients are readily available in your pantry and fridge. No shame in my game. Continue reading Poor Man’s Linguine with Clams