Name: Leek, Arugula and Clam Sauce over Spaghettini
Ingredients: 1 1/2 tb Olive oil; 1 Garlic clove, minced; 1 lg Leek, white part only,; Trimmed and chopped; 2 tb White wine; 1 10 oz can chopped clams,; Undrained; 2 Bay leaves; 6 oz Uncooked spaghettini; 1/2 c Packed chopped arugula; Salt; Freshly ground white pepper

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Seafood		Seafood, Pasta	2	Servings

INGREDIENTS

1 1/2	tb	Olive oil
1		Garlic clove, minced
1	lg	Leek, white part only,
		Trimmed and chopped
2	tb	White wine
1		10 oz can chopped clams,
		Undrained
2		Bay leaves
6	oz	Uncooked spaghettini
1/2	c	Packed chopped arugula
		Salt
		Freshly ground white pepper

INSTRUCTIONS

1. Heat oil in large skillet.  Add garlic and leek and saute over medium
heat 5 minutes.  Add wine and cook until it evaporates, about 2 minutes.
Add clams with liquid and bay leaves and simmer 5 minutes. 2. Cook
spaghettini in boiling salted water according to package directions until
tender, but slightly firm at center. Drain well. Add to clam mixture in
skillet and toss well. Add arugula and toss 30 seconds. Season lightly with
salt and generously with pepper. Remove bay leaves. Serve immediately.
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