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Pasta with any veg you can find in your fridge

pasta with vegetables

pasta with vegetables

This pasta recipe should be dedicated to my friend Marcelina because it reminds me of her. Basically the whole pasta dish is made with what you can find in the fridge – the one I’m posting is with spinach, mushrooms , tomatoes and courgettes because these are vegetables I always have in my fridge, but sometimes I use variations – mushrooms, broccoli and tomatoes or mushrooms, peppers and tomatoes.

My variations though are in a totally different category than Marcelina’s. She used to add things to her pasta which she found in a cupboard or fridge, but they were totally random, not going together at all. Something like sweetcorn, gurkens and walnuts for example. Her style of cooking was really adventurous and totally bonkers. Such an inspiration she was.

So here it is – pasta inspired by Marcelina.

Pasta with any veg you can find in your fridge




gnocchetti pasta (you can use farfalle, pennne or whatever you have in the cupboard)

tin of chopped tomatoes

1 courgette


mushrooms (a cup or 2 handfuls)

olive oil

fresh basil

1-2 cloves of garlic

salt and freshly ground pepper

parmesan (I use vegetarian one)


1. Chop mushrooms. Warm olive oil in a pan, add crushed garlic, fry for a minute, add mushrooms.

2. When the mushrooms are fried, add cubed courgette and chopped tomatoes. Cook for a few minutes, add salt and pepper.

3. When the courgette softens, add spinach gradually, stir.

4. In the meantime cook pasta.

5. When vegetables are cooked but not overcooked, add basil, drain your pasta, mix with your sauce.

6. Serve on a pre-warmed plate with grated parmesan on top and red wine, preferably Montepulciano d’Abruzzo.










About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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