Showing posts with label spinach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spinach. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Spinach Artichoke Pasta



I love spinach artichoke dip . . . so, when I came across a recipe that emulates I had to try it.  I tweaked the recipe a little bit and it turned out fantastic.  This recipe is fast and easy . . . it makes a great side dish or a light main dish.

Spinach Artichoke Pasta


1 12-Oz Box Pasta 
1 Tsp Butter
2 Cloves Garlic, Minced
1 8 Oz Package Cream Cheese
1/2 Cup Milk
1/2 Cup Sour Cream
1/2 Lemon, Juiced
1/2 Tsp Salt
1/4 Tsp Red Pepper Flakes
1 14 Oz Can Artichoke Hearts
10 Oz Chopped, Frozen Spinach
1/2 Cup Parmesan Cheese, Shredded



Cook pasta according to package directions.  Use a pasta that holds in all that saucy goodness.

Drain and chop the artichoke hearts.  Thaw the spinach and squeeze out as much water as possible.

In a medium saucepan over medium heat, melt butter and add garlic. Cook until fragrant, about 30 seconds. Add cream cheese and stir until melted. Slowly stir in milk, then add sour cream, lemon juice, salt and red pepper flakes. Stir in artichoke hearts, spinach, and Parmesan cheese.

Drain pasta and add to artichoke mix. Toss and season to taste with salt and additional lemon juice as needed. Serve with additional shredded Parmesan.

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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

It takes a woman twenty years to make a man of her son, and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him

Maybe I’m too judgmental or narrow-minded, but I think that it’s rather unmanly for a guy to sit with his legs crossed.  I'm not talking about the perpendicular cross with foot resting on his knee . . . but like a girl.





I’m not saying it’s effeminate, just less than masculine. 


I don’t understand how it could be comfortable for a guy anyway . . . I’m a girl and I don’t think it’s all that comfy and I don’t have doodads, dingleberries and  . . . uh . . . stuff that could get smooshed.





So, maybe I think it’s unmanly because any man with a substantial . . . er . . . package wouldn’t be able to sit that way.



Not that I’m saying size matters.  No, I’m not saying that at all.  Just sayin’.