my favorite pasta

Four years ago I was just doing my thing, living life and reading blogs. I saw that Molly Wizenberg had a new post and I clicked on it, knowing it would fill me with the usual mixture of awe and delight that her posts always elicited in me. At this point, I nearly have the opening lines memorized, I've read it so often-

 Every so often, I encounter a recipe that makes me want to forgo the usual niceties of a post - the introduction, the story, the conclusion, the delicate foreplay - because that would only slow you down, when what you should really do is grab your shoes and make a list and run to the grocery store and throw some money at the cashier and run back home and make this immediately and I mean it, go, right now, DO IT.
— Molly Wizenberg

That caught my attention. 

What followed was exactly what Molly described as the "delicate foreplay"'; a description of a pasta that sounded so perfect that my mouth was watering and I knew I had to try the recipe as soon as my next meal. Eventually, I cobbled together the ingredients and did the requisite zizzing and defrosting and such.

If Molly's post could be described as foreplay, actually eating the pasta could be described only as orgasm. I had never tasted anything like it. The way each element came together and complemented one another was indescribable. 

I had found it: my favorite pasta. 

I don't cook it often...I think I worry that I will spoil my tastebuds and they will come to expect only the absolutely astounding. But those times I do make this pasta, it is no less enthralling than the first time I had it. 

And so yesterday afternoon as I was pondering what on earth I was going to come up with for dinner, I remembered this pasta. The thought alone filled me with mouthwatering anticipation and after work, I went to the store and picked up the ingredients that I didn't already have in my pantry. This time I was lucky enough to have a leftover bottle of pinot grigio to accompany my meal and friends, it was perfection. 

A word to the wise: keep the ingredients separate if you plan on eating this pasta for leftovers. The yogurt sauce is quite the delicate and picky thing and while mixing all the ingredients together in a giant bowl is ultra satisfying for a crowd, it doesn't translate as well in tomorrow's lunch. 

Bon appétit!