mushroom pasta

I moved a couple weeks ago, and I'm glad to report that I'm all settled in. Moving is hard, and I'm pretty sure it's rarely fun. Anyway, you learn some stuff about yourself when you move, like where your priorities lie. It took me almost an entire day to unpack the kitchen, but only an hour to unpack my clothes. 

You also make some strange discoveries that leave you shaking your head and muttering "why? why?" I mean, whose idea was it to buy Nutella from Costco? (I might have had something to do with that decision, but, of course, the thing to do is to blame the person who is not there to defend himself.) And, how many containers of sprinkles does one need? In case you're wondering, the answer is, apparently, 7.    

It was sad to leave the old place, but since it was scheduled for remodeling, I had no choice but to move. The new place is small and cozy, and I love all the natural light (the old place got no light at all, and we affectionately refer to it as "The Dungeon"). We also have a porch for plants, herbs, and lettuce.

And did I tell you that I grew pumpkins in my garden? They're currently curing on the porch. My grandparents (who used to grown tons of pumpkins, and really big ones!) would be so proud.

Now that I've moved, all the personal stuff in my life has calmed down. First it was Drew leaving for China for a year, and then it was packing, moving, and unpacking. So now, basically all I've been doing is working. But, I still have to eat, right?  

I came across this recipe for mushroom pasta in the Los Angeles Times last week, and I was inspired to make it right away. It was easy to make, but it wasn't actually that good. Or bad. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. Oh well, not every recipe can be a keeper.