

Note: The pizzaa was NOT made on the same night as the chicken pasta. Want the recipe for that? Just ask. . .
That's about what I know. I still love spaghetti as much as I did growing up, I just enjoy being more creative with it now.
This skillet was a housewarming gift from my good friend Karina. She has ulterior motives as she and her husband often receive the bounty of my cooking projects. It's a win-win relationship. Because the meat has already been cooked, I am just simmering this over a low heat. Because I am me, I have added more black pepper, cumin, and crushed red pepper to this. Adjust to your family's taste. Sometimes I don't add the cream of mushroom soup (sorry, it makes me feel like I'm cheating), it's a more brothy mix. . . but whatever. I have served this "soup" over crushed tortilla or corn chips, corn bread, or all by itself. You can top with any taco topping you like. I usually offer shredded cheese, green onions, sour cream and maybe hot sauce. Tonight, it was just me and my fabulous and quirky little bowl from my favorite store (Old Time Pottery). But, the random and mismatched dishes are a huge part of my kitchen-plus I think these bowls were about .67 each. Anyway. . . the red towel? Also a love of mine, random and retro kitchen towels. Nothing matches at my house and I love it!
I told you this post was not going to be about the recipe, I did tell you that. . . right? Ok, so you may have noticed the little blob of orange-ish stuff in the corner of the bowl. Instead of sour cream or cheese this time, I thought I would try a new "secret ingredient." I LOVED IT. And I never buy this stuff, not the name brand anyway.
Anyway, just a little dab added a nice contrast to the spicy chilli-ness of the dish. And speaking of spicy...
That's my Granny. Couldn't help but throw that picture in there. She and my mom taught me how to cook. With Granny I remember more actual recipes. With my mom I remember more leeway for experimentation followed by loud alarming "Carrie!!"'s after she would discover it IS possible to use EVERY DISH IN THE HOUSE for one meal. And I'm thankful for them both.