What is this? Spaghetti?

That’s what my dearest asked me tonight, when she started to eat the pasta I had prepared.

I always feel like cheating when preparing pasta. That’s also the reason why if I decide to prepare pasta, it has to be a pretty… well, not heavy, but a similar word, dish, altogether.

I came home before her so I just threw some rice noodles in some warm water, readied a pan, chopped some “chouriço” (Portuguese sausages), some Hungarian, spicy sausages and some other type of meat, and started frying them gently. I then added some chopped onion and some cabbage, just so that they get somewhat “fried”, not mushy, steam boiled…

Separately I had blended two tomatoes, some cloves of garlic and a carrot. Then I put everything in the same pan that the meat was… well, frying, and added a tint of curry. And suddenly I had a revelation. So I added about a cup of beef broth to this whole mess )

I then added some olive oil in a terracotta tray, put the rice noodles on the bottom and then added the “saucy sausages” on top of the noodles (I am afraid of calling it pasta, because, it’s not really pasta, is it?). Then the tray went into the preheated oven for about 20 minutes (180 degrees C).

And then there was silence and then the LADY asked “What is this? Spaghetti?”

Note:

I was too tired to take pictures. Or hungry? One of the two. I could take some now, but I would better not. Your imagination works better

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