Earlier this week. my partner kindly brought home a pizza with loads of tasty toppings on it, accidentally including mushrooms. All three of the kids don't typically enjoy mushrooms. My oldest son walked over to me, plate of pizza in hand, and asked me if I would get all the mushrooms off of it for him.
While I was tediously searching for every last speck of mushroom, it occurred to me that I probably haven't made a recipe with mushrooms at home in years. As best as I can tell, the last recipe I wrote that had mushrooms in it was in 2012. Unbelievable. I love mushrooms. Without even realizing it, I had virtually banished the ingredient from the house because of the kids and their preferences.
I headed into the store the next day with purpose, making a beeline for the mushrooms. I was determined to make a mushroom dish, something very grown up and sophisticated and not give a rip if any of the kids in the house would like it. (But let's be real — I always give a rip. But at least I tried.) I made myself a big bowl of bowtie pasta in a velvety goat cheese sauce with slightly wilted spinach, topped with crispy Bacon and lots of sliced mushrooms that I browned in a pan with a little of the Bacon fat. Three words: to die for.
Find this recipe here: https://www.adn.com/alaska-life/food-drink/2017/01/14/like-mushrooms-youll-love-this-pasta-dish-with-bacon-and-a-velvety-goat-cheese-sauce/
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