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Baby Squash and Pasta

While at the farm market on Wednesday, I picked up some baby yellow squash from an Amish family that grows some great looking produce, and here's what I did with it:

Pasta with Baby Squash and Caramelized Onions

1/2 to 1 pound fettuccine
six slices bacon, diced
1/2 large onion, sliced thin
5 small or two large yellow squash, sliced thin
2 -3 cloves garlic, crushed
1/2 cup heavy cream
4 ounces feta, crumbled
1/2 cup chiffonade of fresh basil
salt and pepper
Parmesan, shaved

• Sauté bacon until crisp and drain on paper towels. Cook onions in 1-2 tablespoons bacon fat on medium to low heat until caramelized, about 10 minutes.

• While onions are caramelizing, cook pasta according to package directions and drain, reserving 1 cup of cooking water.

•Add sliced squash and garlic to the onions and cook five minutes or until just cooked through. Stir in cream and simmer until thick, 2 to 3 minutes. Season with salt and pepper to taste.

• Return drained pasta to cooking pot off the heat and stir in feta, basil and salt and pepper and enough hot cooking water to make a creamy sauce.

• Serve vegetable sauce over pasta and garnish with bacon and shaved Parmesan.

Comments

kyle@sift said…
Anytime the word chiffonade is used in a recipe it has got to be good.
dive said…
Yummy, Robyn!
A billion calories of creamy deliciousness.
With my butt I'm going to have to stick to steamed veggies and no cream or bacon, darn it.
Shan said…
This does sound so tasty. The whole combo's got me cravin' some creamy bacon deliciousness. Maybe I could make it for F-day.

That reminds me...someone's got a birthday this weekend! :)
Scout said…
Kyle, chiffonade is just plain fun to say.

Dive, skip the bacon and only use a little bit of cream. Yum.

Shan, yes, someone DOES have a birthday this weekend. Hmmm. Who could it be?
Dive, you've always told us you've got a cute little butt? :0 lol.

This sounds just yummy Robyn, how lovely that you can buy these home-grown produce so nearby.
MmeBenaut said…
Ooh Robyn - that sounds so delicious and the method is simple - even I could do that!

Is it your birthday?????

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