On Sundays, we eat pasta. On the couch. Straight from the pot. It's one of my favorite traditions for so many reasons. First, pasta— I don't think I need to elaborate there. Second, and almost equally important, the wonderful combination of maximum comfort (I am usually already in jammies) and minimal dishes. Win-win-win.
The pasta itself varies based on cravings, the weather and/or whatever is in the fridge. In winter I'll make a marinara sauce or a bolognese. In fall, I'll be basic and add leftover chunks butternut squash and sage. In summer, it's all about tomatoes and basil. But this latest spring edition was a real winner in my book.