I have an unhealthy attachment to pasta. Ever since I was little, it has been one of my favorite foods. As a squirt, I would order it at every restaurant. If we were at a Chinese restaurant I'd order lo mein, and if we were at any type of American restaurant, I'd order spaghetti; the only thing that looked appealing at a Greek restaurant to my childhood palate was pastisio, because it had noodles. Even during the low-carb/no-carb craze, I held onto pasta. I didn't cave to the fad. Right now, my pantry is stocked with sea shells, rotini, thin spaghetti, acini di pepe, two types of egg noodles, couscous, some asian black noodles, buckwheat noodles for a Korean soup, some gourmet spinach garlic fettuccine, and 5 boxes of mac'n'cheese. I'll go through all of that within the next few weeks.

Tuesday nights I'm on my own for dinner and invariably, I make pasta. Over the weekend, we picked up some yellow tomatoes at the local farmer's market, and were given some red tomatoes by a friend. I decided to make my go-to dish, which involves tossing pasta with whatever veggies happen to be in my fridge.

This time, I finished up the open box of elbow macaroni. I blanched a couple handfuls of baby spinach during the last minute of cooking the pasta, and drained. Then I heated up a good amount of olive oil, and threw in a large clove of garlic that had been sliced in half. I sauteed the garlic for a few minutes, so the oil would get garlicky, then took the garlic out. Normally, I would chop the garlic up and leave it in the dish, but I didn't want to smell of garlic the following day.
I then threw the pasta and spinach in the pan, and tossed to coat with the oil. Then a chopped yellow tomato and a chopped red tomato were added, as were a few freshly chopped leaves of basil. I seasoned with salt and pepper, and it was ready to serve. If I had a chunk of parmesan, I would've sprinkled some on. I love how colorful the dish turned out.



























