So what's in the photo? A jar. What's in the jar? Left-over pasta wheels -- piccolini. Actually, twice left-over. They were delicious both times, and they will probably be delicious again tomorro
w when I polish them off at lunch -- or maybe breakfast. I'll have them smothered in left-over Ragu marinara which is stored in a jar right beside this pasta. I think I agree with my cousin Mike who avers that such menus as this are "planned overs" rather than "left overs." Quite right! I made a big batch of the pasta with the distinct purpose of not having to cook for a meal or two.I really should express some sentiment about the food itself. Pasta. In the bread family, which makes it a part of "the staff of life." Rather than a staff, this particular jar should be holding a scepter, dressed as it is with a silver cape and a golden crown. Queen of the second shelf, reigning over -- hey! why do I have two half-full jars of Miracle Whip in here? Do I dare combine them? Can I tell which one is older? They're probably both past their "use by" dates.
It's a good thing my daughter doesn't have time to read my blog or she would chide me once again for the contents of my refrigerator. And rightly so. But not to worry about Queen Piccolini. The doughy little circles will not go the way of last month's package of honey ham which swelled to the point of bursting nor the cold, withered French fries still enclosed in their fast-food box. No, these little morsels will not see the slimy insides of my garbage disposal because I had the foresight to spoon them into a container that makes them entirely visible so that they do not get lost in the shuffle of opaque plastic tubs serving as storage.
With that assurance, I will sign off this post. It's late now, and I have the urge to clean my refrigerator.
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