So we spent the better part of the weekend "outside". It was gorgeous here. When we got home yesterday afternoon, I wanted a really homey, yummy pasta dish. Lucky for me, the Pioneer Woman posted her lovely spinach artichoke pasta dish--complete with gobs of cheese and real milk. It looked divine and I HAD to have some. NOW.
I will admit that baking really cheesy and really dairy-ish dishes used to send me into fits of undone. I'd all but closed the book on most of them. But as vegans all over creation will attest, we have in our arsenal all one needs to throw down some amazing creamy, cheesy goodness: nutritional yeast. Or "nutch" as we like to call it. It's that yellowish stuff we buy in bulk at Whole Foods. It's my go-to whenever a dish like spinach artichoke pasta comes my way.
I have loved Ree's blog for ages now. I admire her for her contribution to my cooking repertoire. In doing this dish the vegan way, I had to make only a few changes to her recipe. So I'll direct you to PW for the overall gist of the making of this incredibly good dinner, and list for you here the adaptations I made to it. You have to remember that you are going to need to adjust the amount of unsweetened coconut milk/flour mixture you use based on the size of the pasta you select. I sent Dr. Thyme to the store late yesterday afternoon to pick up what I showed him in the photo of Ree's dish (clearly penne pasta). We both looked at the play-by-play of the dish, I scrolled down the recipe so I could show him exactly which pasta we'd need. He said, Got it, and left. (We also needed two bags of baby spinach and canned artichokes--so he actually had 3 items on his list.) I only resort to sending husband to the store in dire circumstances, and try to limit his shopping list to no more than five items. Let's just say, our marriage thanks me for doing this.
When he got home, he had rigatoni. Well, as I have discovered of late--I have trouble recalling names of "things". I see it, but the words fail me. It's that "Almost Fifty" curse again. When I showed him the picture from the recipe, he said "rigatoni". I somehow said "yes" in agreement. BUT clearly she used penne. My pasta word vocabulary had left me. Anyway, when DH got home, I kept my mouth shut when I pulled the box of HUGE rigatoni pasta out of the bag. Dang it. Not what we SAW. But again, words failed me. (Our marriage thanked me again for this.) I was hungry and on low blood sugar, so I just got to cooking. I'd need to adjust for the area of pasta-to-sauce ratio and make more cheesy sauce. No biggie really. But still.
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