What I’m about to tell you may not be good for your waistline.
Still with me?
Ok… Authentic fettuccine Alfredo takes all of ten minutes and needs only three ingredients. For real.
The stuff you get at Olive Garden isn’t the real deal… it’s (big surprise!) the Americanized version of a very simple dish. You can read all about the origin of fettuccine Alfredo (or fettuccine al burro if you want to be technical) in this Wiki article.
So much like the Chinese and Mexican food we all love, Italian food in America isn’t really very Italian.
Ok, so back to the recipe…If you can really call it that.
– Fettuccine (or spaghetti if that’s all you have)
– Freshly grated Parmesan cheese (It really does need to be freshly grated. The pre-grated stuff contains an anti-caking agent that will keep it from melting into a smooth sauce.)
Once your pasta is done, strain it and get it into a bowl or plate. Quickly (don’t let it cool!) add butter and cheese. Toss it around and a sauce will form. There doesn’t seem to be a hard and fast rule for the ratio of butter to cheese. I like to go with a lot and a lot.
I’m just being honest.
You can add things if you like… but it’s extremely good in it’s own. Today I did throw in a little dried basil and a smidge of garlic. Sometimes I like to sprinkle on my favorite Cajun seasoning.
About five seconds after I took this picture that bowl was empty.
So there you have it. Really good, really easy, and super good for you!
Maybe I lied about that last part…
Well, spring is here… even though in good ol’ Indiana we still have snow on the ground.
I’ve been doing a lot of digital spring cleaning… my voicemail inbox is empty (Did I listen to them? Of course not), my email is less frightening, and my Facebook friends list is about to get smaller. I’ve also been cleaning out my photo library to free up some memory.
I take a lot of pictures, y’all. LOTS of them involve food.
Anyhow, I thought I’d share some randoms with you guys!
For your viewing pleasure:
I have a friend who makes the most adorable tu-tus ever so I made sure to order one. I even asked that she add a cute little initial charm to make it extra special.
Of course, the super cute tu-tu couldn’t just be put in any old gift bag…no sir. So I found an adorable hat box and some ribbon that would match the tu-tu. I already had a paper flower (I made it a couple of weeks ago to test out my new glue gun) and the fabric was leftover from the other gift.
Obviously, that was not enough.
I formed a plan to make a cute picture frame to hang in her bedroom. Unfortunately, after spending THREE HOURS in Hobby Lobby I realized I wouldn’t be able to make exactly what I pictured. I ended up grabbing everything that I thought I could use to make something and crossing my fingers that it would actually work. I like to live dangerously y’all.
I was pretty happy with the results…But I forgot to take a picture of it completely finished. Here’s a pic before everything was glued down:
That still wasn’t enough so I threw together a box full of goodies and a three-pack of Tommee Tippee bottles.
I’m pretty sure that I had the super coolest most awesome gifts**. Plus, I had so much fun making all of this stuff that I’m thinking I’ll have to make something similar for little O. Win-win!
The chick on the left is my SIL. I feel the need to point that out because girlfriend is due in May and she looks like she just ate a big burrito. Of course, she was the teeniest person ever before getting knocked up so it makes sense.
She also isn’t one of these (shameless promotion of another post right there. Yep).
**Ok, I don’t want anyone to get upset and think I’m saying everyone else got her gifts that sucked. I seriously did not see a single crappy gift…If fact, everyone got her really great stuff. I’m simply poking fun at my tendency to be competitive about ridiculous things.
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I completely skipped sharing a new Pin with you guys yesterday… Sorry, but I was kind of busy having lots of family time. My sister-in-law’s baby shower happened (I’m getting a niece in May!) and so afterwards I spent some QT with the fam. It was a good day. Next week I’ll be back to normal with a brand new Pin to test out. I’m pretty excited to try this one so I hope it works!
So I’m one of those moms that tastes everything I give my kid…mostly (how’s that for a good segue?). Poly-Vi-Sol is nasty, cherry flavor Pedia Care is surprisingly good, gas drops are chalky but not bad and formula is awful. The one and only thing I’ve given my baby that I haven’t tasted first is breast milk. I just can NOT bring myself to taste it. Some people say “Why not? It comes from your body!” Well to those people I would like to just point out that so do things like poop and pee… you wouldn’t taste those, right?!
Anyhow, last night we decided to give little O rice cereal for the first time (his pediatrician asked that we start a week before his 4 month appointment). The box said to mix 1 tablespoon of rice with 4-5 tablespoons of liquid. I pulled a bottle from the fridge, warmed it to room temp, and started mixing. As I stirred, I wondered what rice cereal tastes like. Without a second thought I took a baby spoon-sized bite.
Hey…that’s not so bad… it’s a little sweet. I don’t remember seeing sugar in the ingredients…I wonder…
At this point I’m sure I turned a little green. Realizing I had just accidentally consumed my own breast milk (and liked it!) just about made me toss my cookies. I wanted to brush my tongue… with bleach. I promptly marched into the living room to tell the BF.
Do you know what I just did?!
I just ate the rice cereal.
-…So you need to make more?
Dude, I mixed it with breast milk!
NOT OK! I just put MY OWN BREAST MILK in MY MOUTH!
No matter how loud or panicked I sounded and regardless of my wildly flailing arms the BF completely failed to see the issue. I was so appalled at his lack of concern that I turned on my heel and stomped right back into the kitchen (or the, scene of the crime if you will).
We haven’t spoken of it since, and though it still haunts me I’m sure he’s completely forgotten about it. I’m happy to say that I’m still alive and so far I haven’t broken out in hives or anything… but even now the thought of what I did gives me the heebs. I guess if I were to be the silver lining type I could say that I’ve tasted everything my child eats now. I’m not really the most positive person, though…
Now I think I’ll go brush my teeth again, if y’all don’t mind.
We interrupt your regularly scheduled silliness to announce that Willfully Disobedient has been nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award!
Thank you, Brown and Coconut!
In order to be officially called a Versatile Blogger:
Thank the person who gave you this award. Include a link to their blog.
Select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly. Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.
Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.
Here are 15 awesome blogs I’d like to nominate (in no particular order):
3. Scary Mommy
15. I Am Bossy
And… Seven things about me:
1. At 31 years old I still have two baby teeth.
2. I’m actually more comfortable walking in heels than flats, thanks to five years in Show Choir.
3. I don’t eat or cook meat on the bone.
4. When I was in college I had a pet lizard (an anole, to be exact) named Mojo.
5. I was in 4-H for ten years. Walnut Willing Workers, WHOOP!
6. I sometimes make race car noises when driving.
7. Nothing will get me laughing quicker than a good fart.