Happy Friday Everyone! Yeah, I know we’re over Lent. And while the Church does not strictly adhere to the No Meat on Fridays rule of old, it does subscribe to the practice of penance on Fridays throughout the year.
You could skip meats (as we often do) or say an extra prayer or even volunteer in a soup kitchen. The point of the exercise is to remember that God died on the cross that we might live. It’s really an individual thing. Hubby looks at Fridays as a good thing, since he loves seafood and fish. Kiddo struggles with Fridays, and gets by with Cheese Pizzas.
When I made this yummy Tuna Skillet supper recently, Kiddo made a face – Peas and Carrots? Not a fan. Hubby made a face – Alfredo Tuna? Sounded strange to him. Guess what? They loved it! Not much of a sacrifice when you go back for seconds. Yeah, we’ll be having this again. Awesome!
Alfredo Tuna Skillet
8 oz Penne Pasta
1/2 White Onion
1 cup White Mushrooms
2 Celery Ribs
2 small cans Tuna in Water
2 tablespoons Butter
1 cup frozen Peas and Carrots
1 jar Alfredo Sauce
Roasted Garlic Powder to taste
Fresh Black Pepper to taste
Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Cook pasta al dente, about 8 to 10 minutes. Drain and set aside.
While the pasta cooks, slice onion from root to tip. Reserve half the onion for another use, finely dice remaining half and set aside. Clean mushrooms, discard stems and slice caps, set aside.
Trim celery, discard ends. Slice remaining ribs into thin slices.
Drain tuna, flake with a fork and set aside.
Heat a heavy bottom large high-sided skillet over medium-high heat. Melt butter, sauté onions, mushrooms and celery until almost tender.
Add tuna, peas and carrots. Stir in Alfredo Sauce. Season with garlic powder and fresh pepper. Stir well, let simmer for 10 minutes for flavors to blend.
Add pasta, cook until heated through and creamy. Season with additional fresh pepper if desired.
Delicious with warm bread and a simple toss salad.
Oh, and one more thing – today is National Cherish Antique Day. This isn’t just about the antiques we might collect, but the stories behind them. Things that are handed down from one generation to another. For those lucky enough to have such treasures, awesome! For the rest of us, do what I do. I imagine the lives of their original owners.
Imagine a candy dish sitting on a small table in the parlor filled with Grandma’s favorite mints. Or a water pitcher that was only used on Sunday’s when the preacher stopped by. Maybe having Hot Chocolate was the highlight of a family visit on a cool winter day. Or the warm feeling everyone got when the Soup Terrine came out. It warms my heart and I hope those that came before me know how much their treasures are cherished.