This spinach three cheese ravioli is healthy . . . ish! Strong to the fin-ich, because it’s filled with spinach, plus super greens and olive oyl . . . err, oil!
The garden can be so peaceful. It can also be chaotic. Add a golden retriever pup to the mix, and chaos triumphs over peace most of the time. The older dog, Buttercup (aka, Buddy), really doesn’t require much monitoring. She might roll around in the grass for a bit and then go exploring, but she never goes far. And she never, ever disturbs the garden beds. She just walks around the perimeter, you know, like a good dog.
Then there’s the pup, Reese, who simply cannot be trusted. She’s so far outside the circle of trust it’s not even funny. Aside from the fact that she’ll basically eat anything, she runs through vegetable patches like there is no difference between them and the lawn. She tramples over all the babies without a care in the world despite my obvious horror.
Reese, WTF?! Can you not tell the difference between an onion and a blade of grass? Why would you step on that? STOP EATING THE CARROTS. C’mon, man!
So, for now, she’s on a lengthy leash that puts her just out of reach. This is completely fine when it’s just me and her or if Buddy is in close enough proximity. However, if Matt is doing anything outdoors within earshot (which is often) or Buddy decides to explore elsewhere (which is also often), the chatter begins:
Hey, where’s Buddy going? Why can’t I go? What’s dad doing? I wana be by dad. SQUIRREL! Dad’s petting Buddy. That’s not fair. I want pets too.
Except Reese can’t speak English, because um, she’s a dog and that would be ridiculous, so what she’s actually doing is barking and whining. And what I’m doing is ignoring her, because that’s what responsible, dog-owning adults do. They do not give attention to bad behavior.
Hey, now he’s getting in the truck. I want in the truck. Can I get in the truck? Ohhhh, butterfly. Where’s he going? I wana go with.
(I’m ignoring you . . . )
I think dad wants to play fetch. He probably can’t find the ball. I need to go find the ball. What does Buddy have? Buddy has a stick. I want a stick. Why don’t I have a stick?
(I don’t hear you . . . )
I wana go play with dad. He’s so nice. I just want to lick his face. Right now. I really need to see him right now. He wants me to lick is face. He does. I can tell.
I knew you weren’t ignoring me.
And that’s my life. Luckily, the plants don’t seem to mind the barking and whining, although I suppose it’s preferable to being trampled on. We had a bumper crop of spinach this year and it’s still doing alright despite the heat (and the barking). There’s way more than we can eat in salads, so I thought I’d steam a bunch and make spinach three cheese ravioli.
Then I got really stuck on this idea of making the pasta green, and I thought, why not add MORE greens to this green party? So, I added Amazing Grass Green Superfood to the flour. I drink it every morning, so I am well aware of its green-coloring effect . . . usually a green mustache on my upper lip right before work, because I’m classy like that. I’m also super interested in adding color with natural ingredients. For example, beet powder creates a rad pink color. And if you can add color with something healthy versus dye that make kids lose their $hit, why not?
Then, of course, I HAD to use green eggs in the pasta, because this is a theme, people! Luckily, some of our chickens lay green eggs, so I didn’t have to dye the eggs too, which would be silly, because the shells aren’t actually adding color to the pasta, duh.
So here you have it . . . a super green spinach three cheese ravioli.
OK, bye now. Bark! [insert Popeye’s laugh because how the eff do you spell that?!]
Side note: I actually googled how to spell Popeye’s laugh, and after visiting far too many forums and still not finding an acceptable answer, I gave up.
Side side note: there are far too many forums on the topic of how to spell Popeye’s laugh. I can only surmise that many people have this issue or one very persistent person does . . . AAAHuuUUH GUhGuhGuhGuh
The internet is a magical place.