It was Tuesday and everyone was already tired from the week. The “Dog Days” of summer, as they say. We wanted minimal effort with maximum reward. And, something that wouldn’t break the bank. It was time to dish out the lemon parsley pasta.
It must have been the sound of women’s gymnastics in the background. I wanted to make ratatouille, but didn’t want it in just one form. I wanted two incarnations, two opposing flavor profiles. A competition of nations. So, I made rata-TWO-ie.