Pasta Puttanesca

I just can’t stop pilfering recipes from Smitten Kitchen. Seriously, who is this person and how did she get to be that way? I wish she lived near me. Also Dana. She and Dana and I would drink alot of wine and form a coven of awesomeness.

Pasta Puttanesca actually means something like “whore’s pasta” or “prostitute’s pasta” or something like that. I don’t know why and stories vary, although I like Deb’s idea that it was traditionally prepared by women who wanted to keep their meal prep short so their evening could move on to “other things.” (I’m sure the MoTH would like that one best, as well). Regardless, I’m happy to keep prep short because there are currently Mad Men episodes to watch and hot tubs to sit in and electric guitars to practice. So here’s the recipe:

8 ounces regular whole-wheat thin spaghetti, vermicelli or angel hair
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
2 cloves garlic, minced
1/3 cup chopped flat-leaf parsley
1/4 cup pitted chopped Spanish or Greek olives
2 tablespoons capers
1 teaspoon anchovy paste
1 tablespoon fresh oregano leaves or 1 teaspoon dried
1/8 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
1 (14-ounce) can diced tomatoes
3/4 cup chopped fresh arugula
1/4 cup grated Parmesan

Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil, add pasta and cook according to the directions on the package.

While the pasta is cooking, heat the oil in a large skillet over a medium flame. Add the garlic and saute until fragrant, about 1 minute. Add the parsley, olives, capers, anchovy paste, oregano and crushed red pepper to the skillet, and saute for 2 minutes more. Add the tomatoes and simmer for about 5 minutes. Stir in the arugula and simmer for 1 minute more, until the greens wilt slightly.

When the pasta is done, drain it and add it to the skillet, tossing it with the sauce to combine. Top with grated cheese.


2 thoughts on “Pasta Puttanesca

  1. I dreamed last night that not only did Ms. Smitten Kitchen live near me, but she had opened a cafe where one could just go eat all the awesomeness without having to cook it, AND she made the world’s best gluten-free bread. Waking up was quite a disappointment.

  2. Haha, what an awesome dream! So sad. I dreamed last night that we had all (Mom, Dad, Sara, girls, you, me, and Adam) moved into a really tiny two-bedroom apartment in an old gothic/victorian mansion on the coast near LA. It was so tiny because living on the water was so expensive that was all the parents could afford. It was in terrible shape and we had to completely gut it and none of us really knew what to do and you and I had to make most of the decisions. Weird. Wish I were dreaming about SK’s cafe instead!

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