My mother says I’m a spoiled cookie monster. And I dare not disagree with her on this. When everyone sleeps at night, me and my heavily imaginative head begins to fantasize about cooking delicious food, roaming the little streets of Paris, or have a small cozy winter table somewhere with everything lavish on it and eat like no one’s watching. I’m a person like that. I’m in love with different cuisines. And I’m never going to get tired of blogging my kitchen experiences. I dream and I dream big with eyes wide open. So here’s what this cookie monster did last night. She got tired of listening the news about political chaos in Islamabad and pretended to be asleep like a good girl. Few minutes later, When I was sure everyone is sound asleep, I crept out of my bed, turned the little light on in the kitchen and sniffed out the pasta from the cabin that my mum had hidden earlier. What a silly thing to do, mom. You very well know I’m your next Julia childs in progress and my skills at finding food at night are far better than a mere mouse. You can’t ban me or lock the kitchen.
I do not understand why do I always become romantic with pasta only at night, but this romance of mine has taught me how to do wonders in the world. I, now know, how to make pasta from the scratch. I did this 2-3 years back in the middle of the night and the beautiful thing is, nobody remembers this now. So when some girl made pasta on MasterChef Pakistan from the scratch, my family wouldn’t stop praising her talent and reminding me I’m a girl, too, you know and they would want me to do the same. “Hello? Excusee-mua! I know this too! I MADE pasta from the scratch, too! REMEMBER?!!” I cried out. And when they refused to believe me and laugh it off, I had to open my blog and show them the proof.
We have a saying in Urdu, Ghar ki murghi, daal barabar. In other words, it means, If you ain’t charging your family for the delicious food you make and let them eat after you’re done shooting it, then sweetheart, you’re making a huge mistake. Make them pay huge bills so they can remember what they ate. 😉
Since I have become so wise, I ate the Italian Fettuccine pasta I made last night alone. Here’s a quick recap of how I made it. Its so simple that you just need pictures to grab the recipe. Its my favorite thing to do. I gawk at the dish for so long until I have guessed the ingredients and its recipe right. Voila! It works every time! Alhamdulillah
I had this special and very beautiful Fettuccine Pasta in store. It comes in flower shapes. Just boil it. Gently take it out & don’t For God’s sake, don’t! rinse it with water.
Fry the onions till its gorgeous brown, adding salt and black pepper. Plate the pasta flower, place the browned onions on top of it, and finally, garnish it with any sauce you like. I had left over sauce from the salad. The sauce that comes from Pizza hut so like I always, I improvised and used it to bring more taste in my dish.
And there you go, cookie monsters. Bon appetit ! 🙂
#1 : Never ever ever ever everrrr give up on any recipe if you haven’t gotten it right the first time. You learn by mistakes. I created this gorgeous dish after failing at making souffle the same night.
#2 : Always use salt when you’re boiling your pasta. If you don’t put salt in it, the pasta would come out flat in taste.