Do you ever watch things or read things that make you feel bad, yet have to read or watch all the way to the bitter end? And then maybe repeat … more
Do you ever watch things or read things that make you feel bad, yet have to read or watch all the way to the bitter end? And then maybe repeat the whole experience?
I’m talking about the kind of “feel bad” that comes from watching one of those men-are-evil movies on Lifetime TV, starring some actress whom you either thought was dead or a much bigger star, and it feels so good to feel so bad about the men in your life even though 10 minutes ago you loved your husband just fine?
Do you ever do that? Read and watch sad stuff, and feel bad, and then want to cuddle up with your smelly rain-soaked dog {why does wet dog smell so gross?} and wish it all away?
Yeah, me either.
Except I do. Some days at least. Like yesterday.
My oldest child is at sleepaway camp for 2 weeks. This is week 1. We got our first letters from her yesterday. The letter to me was written the day we dropped her off and it was very breezy. Camp is fun! My counselors are fun! The other campers seem neato!
The letter to my husband was written the next day, and it was very Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh. And at the end, she drove it home with a pathetic picture of herself crying with the caption, “This is me, crying. Tell Mom everything.” It was the kind of picture that cavemen would have drawn if they went to camp and had a bone-crushingly sad experience: primitive, but loaded with pathos.
It started out like this: “Monday is the day that everything went wrong.” She’s on KP duty, and has to clear the table. It’s gross. It’s smelly. The other kids have terrible table manners and their plates are a mess. She was carrying a heavy tray into the kitchen, and the whole thing toppled over. No one helped her clean it up! Some little brat even teased her for it!
Tell me what is sadder than a sweet 9-year-old kid, far away from home (okay, fine, 2 hours. but still), dropping a tray full of other kids’ stinky smelly dinner dishes, and being laughed at for it?
I want names. I want unrestricted access to that kid. The one who laughed at her? He should probably sleep with one eye open. ‘Cause I’m coming for him.
Oh, and apparently her Dad forgot to pack soap for her for the shower! Near as I can tell, she’s repurposing her shampoo as body wash. Shampoo isn’t body wash! Oh, the humanity!
So of course I read and reread the letter like a million times last night. And then I started planning what I was going to bake for her when she gets home, to make it all better. And how I was going to bury that little snot who saw fit to laugh at her.
We sent her one of those one-way “bunk notes” emails, telling her that soap was being airlifted to her immediately, and that she had our permission to fit the snotty laughy kid with a pair of cement shoes before helping him into the lake, nice and easy.
Sometimes, growing up is the pits. I’m sure she got over it all right after she fired off that letter, but in the moment, it just … sucks. Totally. And it sucks in that way that you don’t really forget when you’re all grown up and writing a food blog. That’s why those letters tug at our heartstrings so bad. And why those movies on Lifetime TV still get green-lighted.
We remember the pain. It passes, but we remember it. Don’t we? And when someone slights me as a grown-up, normally I don’t care in the slightest. But sometimes, every once in a long while, I care. And it smarts. Just like it did when I was a kid. *sob* And I need a big piece of Strawberry Rhubarb Coffee Cake to make it all better.
Speaking of turning on the oven, I have a favor to ask. I need Recipe Ideas. Pretty please? What would you like to make this Summer? It’s getting kinda hectic over here. I have all these ideas, but many of them involve the oven. Now that Better Batter flour is back in stock, I’m itching to use it. But this blog is a partnership, so I need to know what you think. Totally.
For you today, partner, I made the easiest, laziest and tastiest Summer pasta ever. No oven required. The only heat involved is enough to boil pasta. The rest pretty much takes care of itself. You assemble the cheese, tomatoes, diced red onion, sugar snap pea and basil mixture ahead of time, and when it’s dinner time, you boil the pasta, drain it, and toss it right on top. Give it a quick stir, and dinner is served.
What could be easier than that?
Certainly not sleepaway camp. :(
- 1 pound tomatoes (about 8 plum tomatoes or 3 large globe tomatoes)
- 1 medium red onion, peeled and chopped
- 1 large handful fresh basil, chopped
- 8 ounces sugar snap peas, cleaned and chopped into large pieces
- 3 to 4 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
- Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste
- ½ pound semi-firm to firm cheese, like havarti or asiago, cubed
- 1 pound dried gluten-free pasta
- In a large bowl, combine the tomatoes, onion, basil, peas, olive oil, salt, pepper and cheese. Stir gently until combined, then cover with plastic wrap and allow to sit at room temperature for at least 10 minutes, up to 2 hours.
- In a large pot of boiling water, cook the pasta according to package directions until al dente. Drain the pasta, and pour the hot pasta over the tomato and cheese mixture, and toss to combine.
- Serve immediately.
Love you. Mean it. Don’t forget to grace the Comments with Summer Recipe Ideas!
xoxo Nicole

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