Well… it looks like I could use a lesson in Italian culinary terms. I was grocery shopping, in a hurry, and my regular go-to sauce wasn’t there. Quickly, quickly pick another! It’s red, it’s a brand I like, no obvious deal breakers (like mushrooms) for the kids. Done. Arrabbiata it is. I now know that arrabbiata means angry. Angry for all the spicy chillies. The kids had a quickly whipped up pesto pasta, and it looks like I will be eating arrabbiata for a few days.
Leftover rotini with arrabbiata sauce. Topped with grated parmesan. Luckily, I love spice and am not the least bit angry about it.