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Pasta with Cavolo Nero

pasta with cavolo nero

Getting a pasta machine is quite similar to discovering sex, once you get the hang of it, you pretty much can’t stop.

So apologies for many coming posts featuring my lovely pasta creations, but hey, it’s my party and I can do what I want to!

Here is something simple but lovely and elegant (also happen to be quite healthy):

Pasta with Cavolo Nero:

pasta (if you can’t make it buy a really good quality one)

3 cups chopped cavolo nero (or regular kale)

2 cloves of garlic

1 tsp unwaxed lemon zest

3 tbsp olive oil

sprinkle f chilli flakes

pinch of sea salt

pepper

1/2 cup toasted pine nuts

veggie parmesan (optional)

  1. Start by warming up olive oil in a heavy pan. Add chopped garlic and gently fry until soft. Add chopped cavolo nero. Cover and cook for about 10 min.
  2. In the meantime boil salted water for pasta.
  3.  Add lemon zest, chili flakes salt and pepper to cavolo nero. Cook pasta, drain and add to the dish. Mix, serve with toasted pine nuts and parmesan.

pasta with cavolo nero

pasta with cavolo nero

It’s good to have a such a quick, simple dish in your repertoire just before Christmas, when there is so much to watch. I mean, honestly, I don’t have time to sleep!….Only joking, still have time to have my 10 hrs beauty seep, you have to have your priorities straight.

Anyway, there is something festive to watch on Netflix – ‘A Very Murray Christmas’. It’s a homage to classic variety shows, but it’s directed by Sofia Coppola so it’s not your usual show. And it’s packed with well known names, not to mention the main star – Bill Murray. It also has got really quirky sense of humour and it will put you in the festive mood. So watch it! You are going to love it.

 

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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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