Now I know.. “an all vegetable dinner”??? Are you nuts? You said you were a meat and ‘taters girl.. WTH lady? What can I say… I’ve ‘evolved’ past mashed potatoes and canned corn phase. Yes, my mother would be proud. That little Shirley Temple curled, blue eyed chubby little girl no longer crinkles up her nose at ‘icky’/yucky vegetables. Well okay, I still do it with cooked carrots and raw tomatoes/anything with tomato chunks – that’s just unnatural and gross. Don’t get me started!
While I love pasta it, most often, doesn’t like me. Damn you gastric bypass surgery! So since I married into an Italian family, pasta and marinara sauce are a part of our day-to-day life as breathing is and since my marinara sauce is just flippen PHENOMENAL (no, really it is THAT good!) I had to find an alternate to pasta noodles for me. Thus enter in the Spaghetti Squash. That scary thing that is as complex as it comes. So I figured I’d give it a shot. And thank the heavens I did! My nutritionist is in 7th heaven that I now eat these and I’m loving the fact that I can eat my pasta sauce with ‘noodles’.
Tonight I wasn’t in a marinara sauce mood, I know.. blasphemy Mom but as usual, Mr. Fantabulous was. While I made him is obligatory plate of rotini, sauce and meatballs I made this… This.. this HEAVENLY dish that was pure magic to my taste buds and my tummy. I so wish you all were here to taste this.
Funny thing, as we’re eating dinner, Mr. Fantublous looks up and says “Hey! What’s that?” from his plate of pasta. I say “Spaghetti Squash in a vegetable mornay sauce”. To which I get the puzzled, ‘HUH?’ face – I so love that face *wink*. I explain what it is and ultimately end up saying “Here, just try this.” As I give him a forkful he stares into the nothingness as he chews (this means he’s thinking about the bite in his mouth as I can see the wheels churning) and then goes “Mmmmm.. OHHHH.. WOW that’s really good! That’s all vegetables? Really? Wow…” and then pauses.. stares at his almost empty plate and my full plate., does the back-n-forth look between plates. You know this action almost every man does.. he wants mine now 🙂 This time I wasn’t giving it up. As I ‘Mama Bear’ hovered over my plate I said “I’ll make you a plate for lunch tomorrow” and began to shovel my dinner in. LOL I know.. evil!