Rigatoni Sausage Pesto

I drained the sausage thoroughly and spread it thin among the rigatoni and pesto sauce, trying to make this less of a Piatto della Morte than it might otherwise be.



Em of course wanted her pasta with no sauce, just a bit of Smart Balance. Mo wanted the same but drowned in 'shakey cheese.'



This turned out to be good enough to justify sweating in the kitchen with a boiling pot and frying pan. Sadly, it only yielded one meal worth of leftovers.



Mo did pretty good at eating with a fork at first, but then the geometry and texture of rigatoni and shakey cheese was too much to resist. She ate in a kind of hypnotic trance: load the fingers up, eat the noodles off the fingers. Take a drink, repeat.