Maybe in another life I was an Italian grandmother.
I think things like this whenever I cook Italian dishes – because I feel so connected to the food when cooking Italian. I love the flavors and the passion that is put into the dishes – it just resonates a lot with me.
Week before last I made that very incredible chicken alfredo, and this past week I decided to kick it up a notch with a chicken parm dish. I always get nervous before cooking these dishes, because normally you have to do everything at once: a sauce, the pasta, the meat component, etc. It can seem overwhelming, but for some reason it is easier for me to prioritize a recipe than any other tasks I face in my day-to-day life. I become somewhat of a machine and then I look up 30 or 40 minutes later and this is staring back at me.
Well, hello there, you delicious pile of awesome, you.
Now that I am making all these restaurant-style meals from scratch, it’s hard for me to warrant going out to eat when I can create something like this right in my own kitchen. I have never made a marinara sauce of my own before – but it was amazingly easy and I can’t even begin to describe how flavorful it was.
If you have been adverse to trying something like this on your own, I seriously encourage you to completely ignore those tendencies and just go for it. In the time you could spend waiting on a table at any restaurant, you could have a perfect meal in front of you that you made yourself!
P.S. Eleven years ago today I woke up, nervous that it was was picture day at school and excited for a concert I was going to attend that evening as an early birthday present. I left my first period class to awkwardly get my eighth grade picture taken and came back in time to see the second tower struck. Our world has changed so much since that day – for some more than others. I still shudder when I think of 9/11, and no matter how many years pass I will never forget.