Pasta Puttanesca

Allow me to help you through this hump day.  Something “hump-worthy” if you will.

I play a little game on Wednesdays called “What’s going to wash the first half of this week away?”   Because I don’t know about you, but I am fairly certain no one likes a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. Thursday, shit starts looking up. On Wednesday, you’ve hiked up your hill of a week and you look back thinking “There was a whole lot of hard work and bull back there, I am in a sour mood.”

This is when your ‘tude can go one of two ways, people.  It determines the rest of your week, don’t underestimate the hump.

You can pout, order pizza, wear sweatpants with stains on them and get lost somewhere between halfway and 3/4 of the way down a pint of Americone Dream.


You can put on some sexy music, pour the wine, and “hump” your way into Thirsty Thursday, AMIRIGHT?  I am talking about making a sexy dinner to start your week descent off right.  You can’t glide into a Thirsty Thursday with a foul humor and stained sweatpants. No. You need meet it with your hump day best. rise to the occasion, if you will.  (Ok, even I feel awkward about that one.)

And what is sexier than questionably inappropriate named pasta dishes? Nothing.

Pasta Puttanesca

By Whitney, May 2, 2012

Pasta Puttanesca

The perfect weeknight dinner.



Bring pot of water to boil and salt it. Heat olive oil with garlic and anchovies in skillet over medium-low heat. Cook until garlic is lightly golden. Add tomatoes and their juice to the skillet, crushing with a wooden spoon. Add salt and pepper. Cook until tomatoes break down, about 10 minutes. Stir in olives, capers and red pepper flakes, and continue to simmer. Cook pasta to al dente. Drain and toss with sauce. Taste and adjust seasonings as necessary, garnish with parsley. Toast the sliced bread with olive oil and fresh garlic.

And do the humpty hump.



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Whitney is the Founder of Whit's Amuse Bouche, a nationally recognized food and humor blog. When she's not in the kitchen, you can find her with a glass of california cabernet in one hand and a hot glue gun in the other. She prefers sweat pants to real ones. View all posts by Whitney →

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