SUMMER PASTA!!

spinach powder?
yuuuuuuup!
that's a thing.
you know what it does?
it makes your pasta green.
and you know what that does?
not a lot, but it's pretty.
dudes, i made a ton of thick pasta ribbons for supper.
too much is the right amount, y'feel me?
and i added all the exxxtra actual spinach hottness to make it even MORE.
yeah.
look:

rainy summer nights aren't gonna stop my bright feelings, neighbors.
i got the big action poppin' right away-
dry-fried charred-up baby bella mushrooms.
pink salted and sizzled with just a little olive oil.
wilted baby spinach.
blistered and blackened baby plumbo tomato magic.
fried sliced garlic.
freshy-fresh garden-plucked basil.
crushed red pepper flakes.
guys-
that's seriously a miracle combo.
with a splash of that exxxtra-virgin oil jauns to lube 'em up.
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and that pasta?
expert.
how am i doing it these days?
like this:
1 cup king arthur flour;
2/3 cups semolina flour;
1 tsp sea salt;
2 T olive oil;
1/2 tsp wheat gluten;
1/3 cup hot water;
2 tsp spinach powder.
i also added a little black pepper, because i'm a spicy fella, folks.
i kneaded the livin' heck out of that dough ball, rested it for over ten minutes,
and rolled it out and floured it up and then rolled up the rectangle into a tube,
slivered it at quarter inch intervals, and unrolled the strands,
to boil up in a pot of salty water-
it only takes a few minutes to cook up fresh pasta....
and the results are really elite.
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whatever, man.
pasta is great.
i love carbs. i love mushrooms. i love basil. i love overeating.
i had all the things at once.
i also had a weird day that required eating all my feelings.
so i did.
breezy made a montage of a great number of magic moments,
and it punched me right in the heartpump.
it's great.
it's romantic.
it's sentimental.
it's beautiful.
and the only way to feel that much and survive?
more pasta to soak up the emotions, y'feel me?
yeah.
i have a lotta feelings, and she turns them up to eleven.
there's a lotta people in this world,
but there's only one who is really honed in on my world.
and she rocks my world like tectonic plate abrasion;
never quiet, never soft.....