I've been extremely low energy of late, as my body furiously attempts to heal my fractured wrist. With the gracefulness of an elephant a couple of weeks ago, I was tripped up by a defender on the indoor netball court in the dying minutes of Net Minute taking victory. Initially unconvinced I'd broken a bone, the x-ray the next morning proved otherwise.
It's my first broken bone ever and it has stopped me in my tracks. The novelty wore off after a few hours, and I very quickly learnt just how useful a fully functioning right hand is. I'm trying not to whinge too much, but failing pretty well. After two plaster casts, then two pink fibre glass casts - one too loose and one too tight, I've gone fifth time lucky with basic black for the next few weeks. Needless to say cooking one-handed is pretty difficult, and when a couple of friends came over for dinner the other night I was lucky to not lose a finger slicing onions, and they were lucky a hot meal landed on the table. After having cast number five applied my cooking energy levels were low, but with a little bit of assistance we managed a damn tasty pasta filled feast.
Tomato, bacon and red wine Fettucine
I totally cheated. After circling Nosh trying desperately to think of something I could cook, I ended up buying a pasta mia pre made tomato, bacon and red wine sauce, which I supercharged with some Freedom Farms streaky bacon (difficult to cut left handed, fyi) some Mutti Passata, some chilli flakes, and a sliced red onion. Served with fettucine, grana padano cheese and a hastily dressed rocket salad it was the perfect Wednesday night cheats Italian dinner.
If you didn't want to cheat, you could start with the onion and bacon, add some passata or just a couple of tins of tomatoes, a bit of garlic, a generous splash of red wine, some chilli flakes, and you'd be away laughing. An easy, comforting tasty winter dinner. Nothing like a steaming pile of pasta and friend's arguing over the meaning of irony to make yourself feel better.