After a morning at preschool, I spent the afternoon helping all my co-workers set up the gym into a little city for the biggest and best event of the school year, Big Wheel Day. It takes HOURS of work, but the end result is worth it. I was absolutely wiped out when we finally finished around 2:30, came straight home, and conked out. When I woke up, I remembered that I hadn't done anything yet for "F."
F is for Forgot?
F is for Find Something!
Oh, I did.
Fortunately, I had a box of bowties in the pantry.
I forgot that bowties were farfalle, so double win.
I followed (most of) the directions, actually reading them BEFORE I began, and boiled the pasta for half the time it called for, and then drained them. I dribbled a little olive oil over it and tossed it when it was done, even though the directions did not say to do that, because I didn't want them to fuse together in the colander.
I heated a little less than an inch (but more than the 1/2 cup the recipe suggested) of canola oil in the same pan I used for the pasta and dropped a few bowties in.
Whoa! They browned pretty quickly, and I scooped them out with a slotted spoon onto a paper towel-lined cookie sheet and sprinkled them with a little salt and Parmesan cheese. As soon as they cooled, I tried one.
Kind of cracker-like.
The Parmesan cheese was a fail, though, as it fell off.
I dropped about 20 bowties into the oil, gently, one at a time, because, contrary to what you may have read in "E is for Epic Fail," I am not a complete idiot.
I am, however, a bonehead, because trying to turn 20 bowties over in the oil was impossible. I did the best I could, fished them out and drained them, and then sprinkled them with seasoned salt.
Then, just for fun, I put a little sugar and cinnamon in a baggie and tossed a few of the bowties in it.
My husband and daughter both said they weren't bad, but they were weird.
They would be fun to take to a party, maybe, with dip.
Fun, but weird.