steamed clams and langostino in white wine butter sauce tossed with spaghetti…the easiest weeknight dinner in el mundo

21 Jan

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Uggggggh.

I’m doing a 180 here. Remember my last post when I was in such a great mood? It was about 24 hours ago. Well, suck it. Love is not in the air. Filth-muck-shit-dirt-exhaust is in the air. I mean, there’s something wrong with the situation with me saying to Sean today, “I need to get out there [there being Nordstrom to get new Hanky Panky thongs, so you be the judge of need here] but, I just feel super guilty for even driving, especially out south.”

That’s right folks. Guilty. For driving. Hey, if there were lightrail directly from my door to Fashion Place, I’d be all over it ‘cuz you can sure as shit guarantee I shant ever shop at City Creek Nordstrom. That place gives me the heebie jeebies. So my Hanky Pankys will have to wait for another day because the air is so gross right now, I’m scared for my kids’ future for the first time ever.

I wish I could’ve canceled my real appointment today due to my guilt of driving, but I can’t put the day off any more. It’s something we all do. We – being females – do this every god damn year. And there’s something so not amazing about it. It’s not horrible, it’s not wonderful. It’s just such a blah kind of intrusive day/appointment. Annnnnnd, apparently my thyroid seems off so I can’t wait to see what that blood draw will show (!).

So, we’ve got inversion, smear, thyroid. Banner day!

And while I’m at it…

Holy shit. I need to have a dinner conversation with humans that involve more than fart sounds, k-i-s-s-i-n-g song variations, and sippy cups being thrown at my face. I love my kids so much, and I especially love that they will eat ANYTHING, but sometimes I just don’t want to make a fancy dinner for them of Sean’s at work. I said it. I don’t really feel like making mashed potatoes with chicken marsala. What I really feel like lately is just tossing some corn dogs in the microwave for them and opening a bottle of wine for me. But, my upbringing and the smell of corn dogs prevents any such thing.

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It went a little like this earlier today: “Dad’s gone tonight. We can have anything in the world tonight to eat, so what’ll it be?”

“Sushi!”

Lowered head, “No, I can’t do sushi tonight you guys.”

“Whhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?”

“Because, I don’t want to drive to a restaurant with you three jokers. I don’t want to pick up grains of rice Valentina has thrown on the carpet of the restaurant. I don’t want to watch you pick at the tofu from your miso soup with your grubby fingers, then proceed to stick the cubes of tofu in your teeth mocking people from the south with their jacked up teeth. Plus, on the days you get a pap smear, sushi is the least appetizing food. Ever.”

Ok, I didn’t really say any of that. I just told them it’s not a good day to drive anywhere and that we’d just be eating in tonight.

Worst mom ever.

BUT! Then I remembered, praise baby Jesus named Trader Joe, I had two packages of their steamed clams in the freezer. And a package of langoustino (also from Trader Joe’s but you can find at Costco too)

You do too, right? RIGHT?! This is the part where you add their steamed clams to your shopping list.

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If they can’t have sushi, clams are the next best thing.

And if there’s anything that this mom can do, it’s open a box, steam some clams, and have dinner on the table after TWO HOURS OF FIRST GRADE MATH HOMEWORK in under 8 minutes.

The steamed clams are right next to the State Fair corn dogs in my freezer.

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If you’re having one of those meh days where you don’t want takeout, don’t want to have anything delivered, don’t want to have a labor intensive, heavy meal, then these clams are your go-to. I usually make one box for just Gianna and Lillian and then another box for myself and Sean, but tonight was just one box for the three of us + baby. Baby needed a major bath after dinner. I just couldn’t bare to put her to bed with clam juice all over her hair.

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steamed clams and langostino in white wine butter sauce tossed with spaghetti

1/2 pound spaghetti or angel hair pasta

one box Trader Joe’s frozen steamed clams in butter sauce
1 cup cooked, frozen langostino (Trader Joe’s or Costco)
1 tablespoon butter
1/4 cup white wine
1/4 cup chopped Italian parsley
red pepper flakes
ground black pepper to taste

Boil pasta in salted, olive-oiled pot of water until al dente.

In a separate pan with a lid, go ahead and rip open that box of steamed clams and follow the directions. I add an extra tablespoon of butter and some white wine.  Add the langostino with the butter and wine.

After about 6 minutes, toss in the chopped Italian parsley and red pepper flakes. When clams and lobster are heated through, about 8 minutes (they have already been steamed so you don’t have to wait for them to open), toss everything in the pan with the pasta.

If you don’t feel like doing the pasta, go ahead and skip it. A giant bowl of steamed clams can always hit the spot. And I demand someone to tell me they don’t love sopping up the bottom of the bowl with a giant hunk of crusty bread. Go ahead, tell me.

Pour yourself a nice big glass of white wine and worry about that trail of sticky apple juice all over the hardwood floors tomorrow morning.

 

 

One Response to “steamed clams and langostino in white wine butter sauce tossed with spaghetti…the easiest weeknight dinner in el mundo”

  1. Sandy Brown June 10, 2014 at 4:55 pm #

    Love it!

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