I was pissed off last night when I woke up at 4 a.m. and found a refrigerator full of nothing to eat. Who wants to drag a frozen baguette out and sit around waiting for it to thaw? Just to make some stupid sandwich?
No, it has to be instantly microwaveable, three minutes from the second your head leaves your pillow.
So I perversely made a casserole. Ugh. The very word "casserole" makes me break out in a sweat. Grandma food. Better Homes & Gardens. Betty Crocker. Joy of Cooking. Sunset Magazine. But this is road-tested -- I officially made it, ate it for dinner and then had the proverbial munchies. It was better than the first time.
Eat the pictures. Some day I'll add it to the list of recipes I need to post.
But let me tell you, its sausagey-organic beefy prosciutto goodness mixed with cheesy tortiglioni was spectacular at 4 a.m. fresh out of the microwave.