It snowed every day this week.  I’m not exaggerating.  It was snowing when we left for work in the morning, and it was snowing if/when we went out for lunch, and then, oh yes, it was snowing when we came home from work.  I mention this because Shane suggested that we go out for dinner tonight – except that when by the time ‘tonight’ came around, there was enough snow that we knew better than to try to leave the house.  It’s not that A2 can’t handle the snow – it’s that our car can’t – but the combination of snow plus the usual ridiculous weekend traffic (think city rush-hour traffic, except on a very smaller scale) meant that a long hunt for a parking spot plus a long wait for a table were in order.  So, we stayed in.

After a week of meals, though, our fridge was looking a bit bare.  A few pieces of chicken from Sunday night’s roast.  A pepper, originally intended for a hash that didn’t get made and that was now missing ingredients.  Onions and a few cloves of garlic.  A handful of spinach.  A very hard piece of parmigiano-reggiano.  Et voila, a simple pasta primavera.  I sliced the onions and pepper into skinny strips, then slowly sauteed them with the garlic and a bit of olive oil until everything was fragrant.  When the pasta went into the water, I added some shredded chicken, moving it around with the veg and adding salt, pepper, and oregano to taste.  When the pasta was almost done, I tossed the spinach in with the veg to wilt and grated a bunch of the parmigiano over the top.  Everything came together just when Shane got home, and we enjoyed a simple meal followed by a nap.