Last night I made baked ziti (except fusilli) for mom and sis before going out with two childhood classmates (for a very long and cathartic evening, which started at Starbucks and ended at the iconic Chinese restaurant across the street from it).
Night before, we had a quickly improvised dinner because my cousin who came for tea (to celebrate the brother-sister festival I mentioned last week) stayed really late (we were all enjoying the conversation, especially mom, so that was a good thing). I took pasta from the previous night and turned it into farfalle with a light pesto cream sauce and bucatini with raw tomato sauce for mom, while sis and I had chicken junglee (wild) sandwiches (ie chicken salad with red onion and green chillies).
