I don’t want to sound whiney but fact is fact. It is not that difficult to prepare two meals and specially brewed drink for a cancer patient. But it is a bit stressed out when I also need to prepare meals for my own kids. If I can help it, I don’t want to overly stress myself and we normally tapau or go out to eat. But it won’t be fair to stop cooking altogether either. The problem is the number of stoves I have, i.e. occupied with the slow boiling of the meals and drinks. Sometimes, I use the slow cooker and sometimes I use the stove, hence, I have lack of space for regular meals.
There was this one day when my family was ready to go out for some pasta and western foods but it rained cats and dogs. My son was already craving for creamy pasta. So, in between cooking the ‘cancer meal’, I squeezed in this recipe.
I have some leftover corned beef and thought it will make a nice bolognese pasta sauce. I fry some chopped onion and garlic, add in the corned beef and some chopped tomatoes.
Then, I lay the sauce at the bottom of my casserole. I boiled some farfalla shape pastas and pour it on top of the corned beef/tomato sauce.
Then, I boiled some cheese filled sausages and make a cream sauce with lots of cream and milk. Pour it over the pasta. I grated the cheddar and mozarella cheese and was about to pop the casserole into the oven to make a pasta bake.
But the kids were already screaming…”Ma….we are hungryyyyy….we are starving to death…..How long are you going to take?”
Since I had boiled everything through, including cooking the sausages and boiled the milk and cream, I decided to forget about the extra touch of baking the cheese to make it melted and brown. I just shoved the whole casserole to them and no one notices that the dish is supposed to be a pasta bake. They gobbled everything, so who cares if I missed a step?
That’s why it is call my stressed out pasta. I am totally stressed out! It is the school holidays now and that means, an extra meal to prepare/find for them to eat. So if you don’t see anything special on all my food blogs, it simply means that I am still honoured with taking care of my relative. I do not mind doing it but there were days when I feel am not contributing much and there are days when I know they couldn’t do without the meals. It is a roller coaster ride, emotionally.