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In college I moved into a house with three veterinary students who
couldn't cook. I mean, REALLY couldn't cook, instant coffee
confounded them. Fortunately, I could cook, I even enjoy cooking, so
a deal was struck that relieved me of almost all other chores,
particularly cleaning up after meals. One night one of them offered
to cook, it struck terror in my heart. He claimed he knew ONE recipe,
& it was quite good, so he's cooking. He's even brought home all the
ingredients. Ok, fine, his rebellious act of cooking something
doesn't compel me to eat it. He boiled a lb. box of elbows, with just
a little help on my part (umm...why don't you wait until the water
boils before dumping those in? Turn the gas on, it will go faster,
trust me.) He drained them & put them back in the pot & put the pot
back on the flame (I raised an eyebrow.) He poured in a pint
container of light cream. He dumped in a stick (1/4lb) of butter. As
that warmed (now turn the gas *down*, trust me again, water is
different than cream...) he cut up a lb. box of Velveeta cheese &
dumped it into the mixture. Then, he scandalized me. He opened a
large can of tomatoes, the kind you might use in a spaghetti sauce
(although I doubt he knew therewere tomatoes in such sauces, they
were "spaghetti sauces", probably made of spaghetti as far as he
knew.) He dumped them in the pot & began stirring vigorously, sort of
chopping the tomatoes as he stirred, breaking them up at any rate.
Umm...tomatoes & cream don't get along all that well...could I have a
peek? Er, yes, you see..."Whaddya mean? It's PERFECT!" considered
teaching him the word "curdled", but I was sure it would go right
past him. He heated it a bit more, stirring all the way, & brought
his proud concoction to the table. Against my better judgement, I
tasted this admittedly pretty but mostly hopeless-looking mass that
was in my plate. It was quite good! Abandoning all good sense, I even
told him so. I suggested that next time he try stewed tomatoes,
without trying to explain what "stewed" meant outsi de of bar-rooms.
That variation was quite good also. He had a name for this dish,
damned if I can remember it. Panucci or something like that. I
suspect that what appealed to him about this recipe was that it
neatly used up the entire contents of every box & can he had to buy.
If you could manage to finish it, you wouldn't need to remember to
put anything away or figure out what to do with half a box of elbow
macaroni. To non-cooks, such things are major victories I suppose.
THIS IS IN RESPONSE TO THE UNUSAL ABOVE # He boiled a lb. box of
elbows, with just a little help on my part
Jeez, this bit had me going. My spine turned to ice & my knees to
jelly until I read further on & discovered that you were referring to
elbow-shaped pasta!  Whew! Sometimes cultural differences are hard to
remember about in this game...
File ftp://ftp.idiscover.co.uk/pub/food/mealmaster/recipes/mmkah001.zip

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