Roasted Veggies and Pasta with Homemade Pesto

The first Friday of the month is reserved for recipes. You can see additional First Friday Food posts here.

The Reason:

Homemade pesto is one of the greatest things our society has ever invented. It’s one of the best things about gardening: lots of excess basil means lots of pesto sitting in the freezer, waiting to be eaten.

As for the rest of it, well, it’s fast and easy, which is something you can never have too much of, especially with two small kids and a busy schedule.

Which is good, because this pasta is something I can never have too much of.

The Journey:

You can essentially roast any kind of veggies, but we pretty much always fall back on the same ones. So go with what you have, but this is a combination I can vouch for.

colorful vegetables
Assuming you’ve made the pesto ahead of time, then all  you’ve got to do is coarsely chop the veggies, roast them, make pasta, and then mix it all together. What could be easier than that?

If you’re feeling particularly plucky, or carnivorous, you can toss in some sausage as well, which makes this even BETTER.

roasted veggies

The Verdict:

Not only is this absolutely delicious, but it’s just so colorful! Makes me feel good just looking at it. Plus you’re getting a lot of veggies, and it looks a lot fancier than it feels, since it’s so simple to make. The veggies are actually pretty sweet, and they go so well with the pesto. The sausage brings in a little saltiness and makes it last a bit longer in your stomach.

This is in heavy rotation at our house.

pasta and sausage

The Recipe:

Pesto:

Recipe modified slightly from the yummy life.

  • 4 cloves garlic
  • 4 cups fresh basil leaves
  • 1 cup grated Parmesan cheese
  • 2/3 cup toasted walnuts
  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1 teaspoon ground black pepper
  • 2/3 cup extra-virgin olive oil plus enough to pour on top of the jars to prevent discoloration
  1. In a food processor, finely chop the garlic.
  2. Add basil leaves and chop until fine.
  3. Add cheese, walnuts, salt, and pepper; pulse until the consistency of a coarse paste.
  4. With the food processor running, slowly pour olive oil through the feed tube and continue mixing until the oil is completely combined with paste.
  5. Store in airtight container in refrigerator for up to one week. Pesto freezes well. Freeze in ice cube trays, and then store frozen pesto cubes in plastic freezer bags in freezer for up to 6 months. Pesto may also be frozen in small jars or plastic containers for up to 9-12 months.

Pasta:

  • Extra virgin olive oil
  • Salt
  • 1 package pasta
  • A handful of sun dried tomatoes (get the dry ones if you can, rather than the ones packed in oil)
  • ~ 1/2 lb of sausage (optional)

Any roasted veggies will do, but this is what we use:

  • 1-2 zucchini
  • 1 summer squash
  • 1 red pepper
  • 1 large red onion
  1. Preheat the oven to 400
  2. Chop the veggies and spread them on a cookie sheet. Toss them with oil and a little salt
  3. Bake the veggies for 30-40 minutes, until they are a little blackened
  4. Make pasta as per directions on the package
  5. Toss the pasta with the pesto, veggies, sausage, and sun dried tomatoes

I have an appearance!

I’ll be doing my authorly duty and doing a reading in Madison at 10 a.m. on Sunday, May 25th.

The reading will be part of WisCon, which I will be attending for the first time. However, the reading itself will be at Michelangelo’s coffee house, free for anybody to attend.

We’ll have an eclectic mix of stories, from Science Fiction to Fantasy, from shorts to novel excerpts, so if you happen to live close to Madison and you don’t have much going on at 10 am on the Sunday before Memorial Day, come be entertained by me and 4 other talented writers!

Hmm, too bad I don’t know anybody who fits THAT bill…

Well, I do work in a laboratory…

I just went to get my lunch out of the fridge and found a second, identical container next to it. It’s not like we’re talking about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich here; it’s some pretty specific leftovers.

So either I brought it in earlier in the week and forgot to eat it, someone else has the exact same pomegranate seed/cauliflower/celery salad, or my lunch is now cloning itself.

Clearly, the 3rd option seems the most likely.

Evie’s Cat

Last Christmas, Evie decided that the only thing she really wanted was a little white kitten. Well, I have one cat, thank you very much, and I don’t. need. another. Instead we compromised: I gave Evie yarn and she helped me pick out a cat pattern.

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This is definitely the most complicated pattern I’ve ever tried. I’d start hyperventilating just looking at it. However, if I just focused on doing the next thing, one thing at a time, it actually wasn’t so bad. In fact, I think overall it gave me a lot less trouble then the hat I made for my brother.

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Evie named her cat Snowball and loved her intensely for at least 24 hours. In other words, she lasted about as long as Ollie’s monster Floob.

Evie, being Evie, is not completely satisfied with some of the imperfections. She’s not very keen on the face. As I told her, perhaps a bit too archly, “If you want a perfect cat, buy one from the store. But if you want one that’s made by your daddy with love, you can have this one.”

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Quote Monday requires some explanation

Evie: “Which potty are you going to use?”
Ollie: “Which potty are YOU going to use?”
Evie: “The back potty.”
Ollie: “Are you teasing me? Are you going to say, ‘Wink wink’?”

This actually started with my brother when we were kids. My mom would say something like, “You’re getting the biggest piece of cake, wink wink” and the rest of us older kids would understand that she was just humoring him. We employed the same strategy with our kids, but Ollie seemed to figure it out pretty quick.

Ollie: “Do wicked witches give people swirlies?”

Because nothing is crueler than a witch, and nothing is more wicked than a swirly.

Stranger: “Did you get your glasses?”
Me: “…what’s that?”
Stranger: “Did you get your sunglasses?”
Me, thinking: “Do I know this guy? Does he think I’m somebody else?”
Stranger: “…because your son just came by and told me alll about it.”

Ollie never met a stranger he couldn’t tell his life story to. I think we have a future blogger on our hands…