Weather: 35 degrees, partly cloudy, chance of rain later
What I’m listening to: birds chirping
Sometimes in the process of writing a column and a cookbook and a food blog, my mind gets so jumbled with recipe inspirations and ideas that I can’t see straight. I have random notes jotted down on scrap pieces of paper all over the house and even more notes on my iPhone and computer. My grocery list says “curry” in all caps off to the side, not because I want to buy curry powder or curry paste, but because I wanted to remind myself to develop a curry recipe last week, which I never did manage to accomplish. Beneath curry it says “brown butter” because I had an inspiration for a dessert recipe using brown butter in the middle of the night and I didn’t want to forget it. Then last night, when it came time to make dinner, my mind went completely blank. At a loss, I turned to my fiancée and asked, “What do you feel like for dinner?”
“Stuffed shells,” she suggested, after a moment.
I hadn’t had stuffed shells in years and years and had never developed a recipe for them. I felt inspired. It was something I probably would never have come up with on my own. The cravings of the people around me are most often my greatest motivation. Almost immediately, my mind swirled and began building flavors… spinach… artichokes… lemon zest… ricotta. As we cooked together in the kitchen, I jotted down quantities and ingredients in black pen on the envelope of a wedding RSVP. On the other side of the envelope, below the stamp, is my to do list for the next day: quinoa, shoes, coffee. What a beautiful mess.
As I held a big pastry bag bursting with filling, she stood beside me, passing cooked jumbo shells, one by one. “Is this going on the blog or in the cookbook?” She asked me over the music – Van Morrison, I think. “We’ll see,” I said, then added, “The blog, I’m guessing.”
When the stuffed shells came out of the oven, I dished each of us up four of them. The cheese inside was steaming hot, almost too hot to eat. “I love the lemon in this,” I remarked, “And the spicy marinara brings it all together,” I concluded. When we had cleaned our plates, we both went back for two more shells each.
Note: I went a bright and fresh springtime direction with this recipe, with the meatless flavors of artichoke and spinach, with a pop of citrus, in a spicy marinara sauce. However, you could easily take this a heartier direction, by using a meat sauce. I would recommend a zesty Italian sausage.