When the Pasta-Hater is Away...

God knows, it's not that I don't love the kid. I have pledged my undying devotion to her here -- she's our firstborn, is kind to animals, has the soul of a poet, and is generally an all-around solid performer at the table. But Phoebe does not eat pasta. Phoebe, in fact, actively dislikes pasta. She hasn't touched the stuff in five years. She wrinkles up her nose at the sight of it, says it's slimy, boring, without flavor. I don't know where she comes from, when she says things like this. The girl has not one but two Italian grandmothers and she doesn't like pasta? As they say in the Old Country, WHAT THE? To each her own and te gustibus and etc. -- we all have our food bugaboos, and there's no accounting for them -- but the upshot of Phoebe's pasta aversion is that Jenny and I, two lifelong pasta lovers, have basically given it up in the interest of family dinner harmony. (Hence the minimal pasta entries on the ol' DALS recipe index. Apologies!) But then, last Saturday morning, Phoebe woke up with some kind of virus. "Churny," is how she described the feeling in her stomach. She didn't have a bite of food all day, and spent much of the afternoon in bed. You know it's for real when Phoebe says dinner doesn't appeal to her.

Again: I love her dearly and I evinced real sympathy for her plight, but I also chose to see this as a rare opportunity. Jenny was out with friends, so it was just Abby, me, and a bag of good linguine. Phoebe, nursing her mild fever, was fully laid out -- a sad-eyed Lady with the vapors -- on the kitchen counter, a couch cushion under her head, watching us as we cooked. As Jenny has noted here before, the recipe we settled on (below) looks so much more daunting, when you write it all out, than it actually was to pull off. This was a pure and simple pantry meal: we did no pre-planning, and no shopping. Everything we needed was already in the house -- and most of it was frozen. When it came time to eat, Phoebe couldn't bear to sit with us at the table: the sight of food, she said, would put her over the edge. So she sat in the TV room, reading Garfield under a blanket, as Abby and I tucked in. "How good is pasta?" I said to her, but she didn't answer back. Her mouth was full. -- Andy

Pasta with Vegetables and Pecorino

We used frozen corn and peas here, but you can use anything, really: broccoli would be good, as would spinach. You can also skip the pork at the beginning, but adding bacon in our house is like baiting a hook, and Abby can't resist. So we went with the pork. Which doesn't seem to gratuitous, as the chicken broth base makes this feel somewhat light, and a little bit healthy.

1 pound linguine

1/4 cup bacon, pancetta, or good country ham, chopped

1 shake red pepper flakes

1 tablespoon olive oil

1/2 cup chicken broth

1 cup frozen corn

1 cup frozen peas

4 scallions, white and light green parts only, roughly chopped

salt and pepper

Juice from 1/2 lemon

1 tablespoon salted butter

Pecorino Romano, grated, in great quantities

Cook pasta according to package directions. Drain. While pasta is cooking, in a large skillet, over medium-low heat, cook bacon in olive oil with red pepper flakes, about 5 minutes. Add chicken broth and turn heat to medium. Simmer for 2 to 3 minutes, scraping any brown bits on bottom of pan as it cooks. Dump in peas, corn, scallions, salt and pepper. Stir and cook another 2 to 3 minutes. Add lemon and butter, and stir until it's silky and emulsified. Dump cooked pasta into skillet and toss with tongs. Serve topped with plenty of Pecorino Romano.