While I have now talked a ton about noodles and my deep love for them, my boyfriend is obsessed with Bucatini.
I don't know the circumstances or what about it made him fall in lust-
But he's been on the search every since.
This elusive pasta feels rare because every Italian restaurant we go to or order in from, he longingly looks for Bucatini on the menu-and after a few minutes, usually sighs with disappointment.
Just like the hole for which this tubular pasta is named, Bucatini left a gaping void in his heart.
So when we were spending some quality time in DiBruno brothers, you can only imagine how his face lit up when he found a sealed plastic bag of raw Bucatini.
He happily boiled salted water and gingerly handled the thin-spagetti like pasta-cooking it to Al Dente perfection.
We were short on time, so he folded the Bucatini into a container of Rao's tomato basil sauce and tucked it into the picnic basket he had made for me to celebrate our anniversary last summer.
There we sat, on a blanket in Independence Mall Park, surrounded by hungry and jealous Opera fans.
Yes, we did have the most romantic evening-watching Nabucco outside-filling our hearts with culture and our bellies with sweet and salty Bucatini.
But this post is not about our marvelous night-it's about the Morning After:
The idea came to me after watching TV slash flipping thru channels-and I saw a girl making a delicious crepe-and somehow I jumped to Bucactini stuffed omelette!
We somewhat dangerously laid a baking sheet, the only baking sheet we own mind you, on top of the stove top and lit 2 burners,
Whipped up some scrambled eggs-
And let it just-
Go!
And it did!
Perfectly!
Laid some Bucatini in the center-Adam flawlessly flipped the omelette together and presto:
Bucatini Breakfast!
Pasta so nice, we ate it twice
In a row
And it was awesome.
