Ziti


Until last week, I had never before encountered the term "ziti". I had heard of zits but not "ziti". Consequently, I was obliged to look it up - "pasta in the form of tubes resembling large macaroni". Further to this, in Italian it apparently means "macaroni of the bride" because it traditionally appears at wedding feasts - especially in southern Italy.

I came across the word on Catalyst's blog that comes to us from Prescott Valley, Arizona. Catalyst (i.e. Bruce) had created something called baked ziti which is probably familiar to most North American visitors. However, though many British supermarkets boast fairly wide ranges of pasta, I have never before seen any ziti for sale. Penne yes, macaroni yes but no ziti.

Earlier today I bought some pasta spirali that I guessed would be a good substitute for ziti. Spirali is essentially little curved tubes. I had it mind to replicate Bruce's dish. I had made a nice bolognaise sauce on Monday afternoon which we ate with spaghetti that evening but there was plenty left over to mix  through my boiled spirali.

One of the things that struck me about baked ziti recipes was the use of dollops of ricotta cheese on top of the meaty pasta before smothering with grated cheddar and placing in the oven. It was said that this would add a nice creaminess to the topping and indeed it did

We ate it with a little side salad and Lady Pudding approved saying on Trip Advisor, "Mmm... I liked that! Very nice!" ★★★★★. Thanks for the idea Mr Catalyst.


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Contentment

 I’m realizing 

That you can’t rush

It happens

When it does

I can’t force

I can only control

My attitude

I’m being equipped

And as much

As I desire

To return 

To old habits

Comfort

Is not longer

The aim

If I seek

True contentment



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I’ve read for most of today 
I’m reading Bethan Robert’s novel MyPoliceman which is a study of an on going triangular relationship between grammar school girl Marion, her policeman husband Tom and gay museum curator Patrick.
It’s a cracking read. 
Do you have whole days, just enjoying the company of a book and its characters ? 
Following a hot shower, I found my grey tracksuit bottoms from the wardrobe and after putting them  on with my second best walking dead T shirts, I curled up on the trendy blue couch wrapped in a throw, and read in the warmth of the winter sun which cut through the rain around midday.
Every hour or so, I’d refresh my tea mug with tea sweetened slightly with algarve nectar and shared my lunch of faggots and mushy peas, bought cheaply from Marks and Spencer early this morning,
with Mary who curled up with me for the duration.

I’m thinking of starting a village book club 

Old Trefor’s niece called around to tell me he’s having some tests in hospital and will be there a few days. I promised to help her clean his house tomorrow. 
I’ve texted a few friends, agreed to buy some tickets for the TCA village casino night next Friday and made a lasagne which is cooking in the oven. 
But for the most part I’ve read 
And as the fire has been lit early, the cottage is warm, and cheery and cozy .







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