Maccheroni di Natale

At Eataly last weekend, I bought two delightful dried pastas: one looks like large, imprinted, communion wafers; the other like long yet graceful pipes. The latter is called Maccheroni di Natale, or Christmas macaroni, and looks like it will be a blast to eat.

So, I just bought three gorgeous, multihued heirloom tomatoes and plan to make a simple yet vibrant sauce tonight: chopped tomatoes, basil, garlic, EVOO, a bit of onion. It will be an attempt to replicate -in any way- the divine pasta Michele whipped up for lunch when he and El were here.

Aaah…

Some green tips for consideration

As I change the batteries on Oliver’s front-loader for the nth time this summer, I think with dismay about all the products in my home that require batteries. To be sure, batteries serve many great purposes and enable many great things, BUT they are super toxic to the environment. Did you know they can be recycled? Yes! Great news!

We have, as a constant presence in our coat closet, a Battery Recycling bag. Rather than tossing used ones into the garbage, destined to poison some land, some where, I take them over to Ace Hardware and their recycling bin. So easy, feels so good.

Ace also recycles CFL bulbs, so instead of tossing those mercury-laden puppies in the garbage, set up another bag in your closet, make one trip count for two and when you head to Ace to bring the batteries, bring your CFLs simultaneously.

I also wanted to note a great program started in 2009 by Origins, the make-up and skincare chain. They accept for recycling all of their own and competitors’ cosmetic tubes, jars, containers, etc. So, in bag 3, toss all old cosmetics and those won’t head into the Earth either.

For more info about this great program, see: http://www.origins.com/customer_service/aboutus.tmpl#/Landing

Lastly, if you use Aveda products, they will accept those containers back for recycling so keep that in mind before you toss.

And, for those of you who know me, I’m happy to be your recycling center. Bring any of the aforementioned stuff to me, and I’ll happily take it along when I drop off.

If you close your eyes, a writhing toddler in bed with you is almost like a Thai massage

Oliver woke up at the crack, so I just put him in bed with us. I cannot tell you how pummeled I got in a mere few minutes, but in an effort to be zen, I tried to image myself not in bed with a whirling, 2 year old dervish, but rather at a Thai massage into which I had enthusiastically opted. Beyond the pain of a bruised breast, my efforts almost worked.

Dios.

I rewrote and tweaked the Balsamic Beets and Greens recipe, and it’s now posted if you’re inclined to make. Delish!