I was really excited to make this recipe it looked so yummy and sounds a little exotic. I was let down. This recipe is lacking in exoticism. It's okay to make as a side dish but stop it there. This can't pull off a main course.
I had to call my sister from the grocery store for this too. I was all full of confidence when I made my grocery list but the in the grocery store my confidence was shattered when I didn't find and egg pasta labelled pappardelles and I started to wonder is this pappardelle even an egg pasta? My nerves became shot and I reached for my cell phone. I did not want to get home and then find out I'd bought the wrong thing. So I phoned it in and was told to buy a fat egg white noodle. Which I did.
Then I came home cooked her up, and was terribly let down. Well maybe not terribly, but I was painfully aware that I was eating an okay dinner on my half pleather couch in the middle of suburbia and not somewhere exotic eating fantastic foods and laughing heartily at some snobbish joke about the little people. No this meal made it painfully clear that I am that little person someone somewhere is laughing about. I can hear them now:
"Wilted lettuce on a egg pasta for dinner Charles, can you imagine Darling?"
"And the worst part is they're probably eating it on a half pleather couch Camilla dear."
Yes the heir to the throne and his chuffed up booty-call were probably having a good chuckle about the little people while I ate this for dinner. Well the jokes on you Charles because we all still remember those dirty phone sex conversations you had with your "classy" wife. What an SNL skit those made.
All bitterness aside, flip past this page in the book.
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