Because pasta makes my heart super happy. Because it’s that weird “transition” time of the year. And, because… Monday.
We have an interesting phenomenon in our house. I could eat pasta everyday of my life. Forever. My husband on the other hand would choose just about anything else to eat. It’s about balance, right? This is what I tell myself. So, when hubby takes off for a boys weekend, I know exactly what I’m going to be eating.
If I’m honest here, this tortellini was made last winter, which means I owe you an apology, because I truly have been holding out on you. Mike and I often have these conversations at home about “future Mike” and “future Mackenzie”. It’s usually when I’m doing something like making 6 dozen butternut squash tortellini on a Saturday morning. I tell myself that future Mackenzie will be really happy about all of this effort that current Mackenzie is putting forth. I never regret prep work.