Photo by Deb Perelman, AKA Smitten Kitchen
I used to refer to this recipe as my “lady-getter,” which is funny in retrospect because other than myself, the only ladies I made this dish for were friends who, while wonderful women, I wasn’t trying to woo. But seriously, not only is this dish soul-satisfying and an aphrodisiac (maybe?), it’s a good litmus test for compatible eating. Do you like meat, particularly sausage? Do you enjoy hearty, complex dishes? Will you refrain from judging me when I grate an inch-thick layer of Parm over my food? Ah, romance!
This is another I-can’t-believe-I-made-this-and-it-wasn’t-hard recipes (are you starting to notice a theme here?), so don’t be afraid to use it as third date material. Last note: The recipe calls for Italian sausage, which is good, but I now prefer andouille (if you can find it at your store) for the slight smokiness it adds.