Last night was another first. A big first for me.
I cooked for a dinner party. (For people who are not even related to me, even.)
I have to admit, I was a bit stressed out. Because family has to tell you good things, but friends can be brutally honest. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, though, because I do want the truth. I just happen to like it a little sugar-coated.
Anyways, I was making the full meal. Salad (yes, veggies!), dinner, and dessert. All in one day.
Roasted Red Pepper Pasta, adapted from Idiot’s Kitchen, adapted from Ree Drummond
1/2 lb pasta (I used bow ties)
3 red bell peppers, roasted
2 T butter
1 medium onion, chopped
3 cloves garlic, chopped
1/2 c heavy cream
1/2 c parmesan cheese, grated
fresh basil, chopped
salt and pepper
Melt 2 T of butter in a large pan and saute the onions for 3-4 minutes until tender but not browned. Add the chopped garlic to the onions and saute for a few minutes more. Add with roasted peppers to food processor. Pulse a few times to blend – leaving you with a chunky mix. Return to saute pan.
Bring a large pot of water to a boil, salt it generously, and drop in 1/2 pound of your favorite pasta. Cook according to directions.
Turn heat on saute pan to medium-low. Let mixture re-warm. Add cream and stir until mixed. Season with salt and pepper to taste. When pasta is cooked, drain and add to pan. Add grated cheese and basil.
I have to admit that I was little freaked out cooking for other people – and in front of them. It didn’t help that they (and Hubs) were giving me a hard time the whole time I was cooking… but it actually all turned out fine.
I was very proud of myself for actually roasting the peppers. Even better, I used the barbecue on my own (for the first time)! For easy directions how, go here. It was actually quite easy, though it took a little time for them to blacken.
And scraping off the skin was a little more frustrating than I was expecting – but honestly, it was well worth it.
Everyone seemed to enjoy the food, and our friends, who’ve known us forever were very impressed that I was cooking. They even took pictures, too, since they’d never seen it happen before.
Good meal. Good friends. Good times!