#salted pasta

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Chicken Stuffed Shells with Alfredo Sauce

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[foodfuck]

spaghetti aglio e olio · love and lemons

[morethansalad]

Creamy Vegan Butternut Squash Pasta with Veggie Sausage & Fried Sage

[buffetlicious]

Walked around and helped myself to Norway Lobster with Chilli Crab Sauce and Fried Mantou. Now, the lobsters were warm and the chilli crab sauce fantastic when you eat it with the mantou but alas, the spiny lobsters weren’t as fresh and succulent as they should be with some on the mushy side.

I enjoyed the Salted Egg Prawn so much that I had seconds. They were not only crunchy but also savoury and sweet with a coating of salted egg yolk sauce. Even better is that I don’t have to deshell them. I think this was my favourite item of the night and my colleague agreed with me.

I avoided the Seafood Spaghetti as the noodles would fill me up and I rather spent it on the other premium proteins. The restaurant was very generous with the Hong Kong Style Barramundi as the fish came in chunky cuts sitting in soya sauce.

[natalievoncatte]

Lena was in the dark in more ways than one.

The lights in her penthouse were all dark save one, a night light in her en suite to ensure that she didn’t take a fall if she got up. Swirling the edge of a migraine, she’s grown tired of an again-delayed product launch and the hoary halls of power and their patriarchs. Few things frustrated her more than the spiteful condescension of old men clinging to a world with all the success of a man trying to gather all the sand in a desert through chapped fingers.

Few things annoyed her more.

One of those things, she could give no name. Since Lena had realized Kara’s identity, things had been tense between them. Mostly in a pleasant way; they had been feeling out this new normal, Kara tentatively broaching this or that topic to add to brunch chats and lunchtime gossip.

“Oh,” she’d say, “that last alien hit pretty hard,” as if being knocked clean through a fertilizer plant by a blow to the head were part of her commute.

To Lena it was all new, but there was something else with it. Something neither of them dared to name, some friable, delicate new shape that they could only feel by its edges. It began with Kara bombarding Lena with friendship. Fresh breakfasts hand-delivered at hypersonic speeds. Daily lunches. For the last month, Kara had spent every weekend at Lena’s, or vice versa.

Lena’s penthouse had a guest bedroom. Kara’s place had a bed and a sofa. Comfy, but it was no bed. That was how the dance began. The first steps were hesitant, the dancers circling each other without breaking the barrier. A token argument about who gets the bed, only for them both to share it. And once they’d shared it at Kara’s place, it made no sense for Lena to confine a living space heater to the guest room.

They didn’t discuss, or analyze, or talk it out. No boundaries were ever set, and so the dance continued. What started as two people curled up in a big king bed on opposite sides became the pair of them entangling during the night, then skipping the pretext and curling up with each other before the lights went out.

It was driving Lena insane. Kara never pushed, not really, and yet it just seemed to happen. It was as if her best friend was daring her to take the initiative. The morning when Lena awoke to find Kara’s arm protectively curled about her waist, her thumb hooked on the waistband of Lena’s lounge pants, she’d almost turned over and said something.

The excuse she made was that Kara needed her sleep after the pummeling she’d taken that afternoon. That Lena enjoyed how Kara grazed the pad of her thumb over Lena’s hip bone was incidental.

Lying in the dark, Lena knew that Kara had arrived by the sound of the balcony door opening and didn’t bother to call out to her. Still dressed in her suit, Kara peeked into the bedroom, her movements tentative, somehow almost birdlike.

She came back a moment later with a cool, damp cloth for Lena’s forehead and a few murmured questions, before excusing herself.

“Darling, you can stay,” Lena sighed. “I want you to.”

“Okay,” Kara whispered back, lightly seeping stray curls from Lena’s eyes. “I need to change. No peeking.”

And why would you be worried I’ll peek? Lena thought. A platonic Best Friend isn’t going to peek. Best friends don’t do that, just like they don’t nuzzle into each other on the couch. If Lena were Kara’s best friend, then Lena wouldn’t be looking so much, so openly. Admiring Kara’s smile and her biceps and the way her abdominal muscles strained those button-downs.

She wouldn’t be thinking so much about the touches, the way she’d sat in Kara’s lap for hours at a time or how Kara had carried her to bed or how Supergirl had lingered to cradle her post-rescue, well past the point of safety.

Lena wasn’t aware she was peeking until she’s already started. Kara’s suit had taken care of itself; it was her work clothes she needed to discard. When Lena turned over, there was the broad expanse of Kara’s beautifully muscled back, flexing deliciously as she pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms.

Because Kara kept multiple sets of PJs at Lena’s place.

In Lena’s bedroom.

Because this wasn’t the first time this had happened.

Lena turned back, knowing with certainty that Kara knew. She must have heard the creaking of the mattress and the soft whisper of skin on silk sheets and the rapidity if Lena’s traitorous heart.

When Kara climbed in with Lena, the world shrank around the pair of them. Kara swept immediately to the boundary tonight, gathering Lena in her arms, hands finding spots just on this side of chaste, and their bodies molded together.

Lena was finally able to get some sleep.

When she awoke, later, Kara stirred with her.

“Zhao,” Kara muttered.

Lena froze, blinking in the dark. That wasn’t a nonsense word; it was Kryptonian.

“Come back. Zhao,” Kara muttered, as Lena stirred. She didn’t seem to be properly waking.

A nickname?

Lena couldn’t remember when she’d started calling Kara Darling, though she increasingly wished she had.

Dear diary, it was on this day at this date that I admitted my feelings to myself before wrapping them in cardboard and then in concrete and then in steel before shoving them somewhere deep down.

Kara, for her part, had tried a few pet names but most were one offs, never quite fitting. She’d even called Lena “buddy” once before Lena had cut that shit off with an arched brow.

Lena stilled. She could deny Kara nothing, and so drifted off to sleep.

By some quirk of fate, they woke almost at the same time. Lena was still groggy and bleary-eyed when Kara’s sky-blues flitted open, bringing more light than the sun itself. She shifted in the bed without letting Lena go and began to murmur something in Kryptonian, cutting herself off as that last sharp, buzzing word tumbled from her lips.

The only world froze. Kara stared at Lena with wide eyes, and the sudden tension between them made both women go rigid, neither willing to move, to break it.

“You called me that in your sleep,” Lena finally whispered. “Zhao. What does it mean?”

Kara was unusually pale.

“Oh, it’s sort of a term of endearment in Kryptonian. It means, um, ah…”

Lena sighed, cracking a soft smile. “Kara, I’m not fluent by any measure, but I know enough Kryptonian to know what Zhao means.”

“Oh,” Kara whispered, barely more than a short and sharp exhale.

“Even if I didn’t,” Lena whispered, locking eyes with her. “Your hand is literally on my ass right now.”

“Oh. Um. Golly. I’m sorry, I…”

Kara started to pull back. Lena gently took hold of Kara’s wrist and held her hand there. Her heart fluttered not only at the strength in Kara’s forearm but how those steel cable muscles went slack beneath her touch.

Lena swiveled her hips.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Kara whispered.

“Oh, trust me, I’ve got that covered,” said Lena.

Kara shivered. “No, I mean… I don’t know what to…” She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing.

Lena pressed in closer, until the space between them was more a theoretical concept than an actuality.

“Just say what you want to say.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Lena snorted a laugh, briefly ashamed at her inner dork, and afraid that Kara would take offense.

“Kara, you’ve been sleeping over every weekend with your hand in my pants for months. Yes, I will be your girlfriend.”

Kara grinned, starting to sit up.

“Come on, zhao,” said Kara.

Giving their partner a nickname/having their partner give them a nickname.

[angelxd-3303]

Watch "Seeing if my Italian husband will react to me breaking the spaghetti again😂 #shorts" on YouTube

I had to, I'm not sorry.

He no longer trusts Peach alone in the kitchen. He called Luigi wailing after it happened, and the boi traveled all the way from the Capital just to scold her.

[dunmeshi-would-you-eat]

Marcille's "Plain Pasta"

[sleepnoises]

freaked it on my dinner tomatoes

[scoutingthetrooper]

[official-lucifers-child]

save me garlic. garlic save me. garlic. save me garlic.

[fieriframes]

[Eggs. Olive oil. Salt. A little bit of water. Drunk with an almost impersonal piety, I walked through the streets, and we're ready for our raviolis.]

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Pasta alla Norma (Eggplant Pasta)

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15-Minute Hummus Linguine (Vegan)

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Garden Herb and Goat's Cheese Pasta (Vegetarian)

A hearty pasta dish always bring some sort of comfort to the one who eats it, all the more when it is as deliciously creamy as this Garden Herb and Goat's Cheese Pasta. And it's a very simple recipe, too! Happy Thursday!

Ingredients (serves 1):

1 ½ cup short pasta (like penne rigate or rotini)

1/3 cup good quality soft goat's cheese

a small bunch Garden Chives 

a small bunch Garden Chervil 

1/2 fluffy sprig soft Garden Rosemary 

a pinch of fleur de sel or sea salt flakes

1/2 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper

2 tablespoons Rosemary Olive Oil

In a pot of salted boiling water, cook penne according to package’s directions, about 9 minutes until al dente.

Spoon goat's cheese in a medium bowl.

Finely chop Garden Chives, Chervil and Rosemary. Add chopped herbs to the bowl.

Season with fleur de sel and black pepper, and drizzle in Rosemary Olive Oil. Give a good stir until perfectly blended.

Once the penne are cooked, drain quickly, saving about 2 or 3 tablespoons of the cooking water, and stir both into the herby goat's cheese mixture, until the pasta is beautifully coated.

Enjoy Garden Herb Goat's Cheese Pasta hot, with a glass of chilled dry white wine, like a Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc or Côtes de Gascogne.

[yasssss-food]

Garlic Butter Spaghetti with Herbs

[executing]

getting piss drunk during the zoom meeting as a little treat to myself