It has been so stinkin' hot here lately. Honestly, I don't know how all you Southern people do it, bless your hearts! Yesterday hovered somewhere around the 110F mark. All day. In Wisconsin.
We don't do that here.
I don't know about you, but this Mom isn't cooking a darn thing today.
Three weeks ago (my last post - I'm sorry), my daughter caught some annoying illness from camp. She then brought whatever it was home, and then my son ended up with it. And then, naturally, it took me out for several days. How my husband didn't catch it is beyond me, but good for him because it stunk. At any rate, I've been trying to get caught up with everything, and this heat is really dragging me down. But, it's coming together. Slowly. And tonight for dinner, I'm not cooking at all. (You can't see it, but my grin is large, my friends. Large, indeed.)
I decided to do a Build-Your-Own Pasta Salad dinner using nothing more than the pasta salad ingredients I generally reach for, and only what I had on hand (because the inside of my car is infinitely hotter than the air outside and I don't want to get into it). Plus, I'm in no mood to listen to anyone complain about a dinner not made-to-order, customized specifically to what each individual likes...I don't get paid enough. So...
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| Is it just me, or does this photo look a little too 1950's cheesy cookbook-like? |
Those toppings are mixed with some penne or rotini or fusilli pasta, cooked, cooled, and tossed with some olive oil to prevent sticking and a few sprinkles of red wine vinegar or lemon juice, salt and pepper for extra flavor.
Set out a couple of your favorite vinaigrettes to dress the salad. I had a red wine and balsamic Italian vinaigrette in the fridge, and I made a Lemon Oregano Vinagrette for those members of my family who love lemon.
Set out the salt and pepper grinder, maybe add a little fruit and some crusty bread, if you want, and dinner is served; everyone heaps a pile of pasta onto their plates then adds what they like, topping it with the herbs and vinaigrette of their choice.
And everything can be made ahead of time and refrigerated.
And the kitchen remains cool.
And so does Mom.
(And yes, those are the Cheeky French Chefs of all Crappy Pictures France on my wine cooler thingamajob. You missed the ice cubes in my red wine glass; Baby, if loving this is wrong, I don't want to be right - it's too darn hot to care.)



















