There are 3 things I can make well without a recipe: pasta, pizza, and soup. Everything else I have to lean in to that slip of paper torn from a magazine, that section of the cookbook laid out, spine of the book broken, or that app on the iPad, said iPad carefully covered with a Ziploc bag to prevent catastrophe. I’m not a cupboard chef, I can’t just whip open the doors and magically create something in 30 minutes. The Hubby can. Me? I lean.
But with pasta, pizza, and soup I’m a magician. Pasta was the first thing I ever conquered out of necessity. When you live on your own in your 20’s making minimum wage you quickly discover a 65-cent box of linguine (that’s what it cost at Food Lion back then) can go a long way. Grilled cheese and ramen get old.