Instead, as I detoured down the road that would unite me with my Beaujolais, I found myself craving a pasta dish. Despite the dearth of fresh spinach in Philadelphia, henceforth known to my Irish brethren as the Spinach Famine, I made Pasta e Fagioli with...Arugula from Appetite for Reduction (Am I the only person who repeatedly starts to type ...Destruction and then has to back up and type it correctly?).
Although arugula doesn't cooperate with the wilting process quite as willingly as spinach, Mister and I both agreed that it lent a very nice "zip" to the dish that we both enjoyed...enough to make good on my promise to my mom to have a second helping when I cook from this book. Angst wasn't quite as excited about the Arugula Situation and was quite vocal in his protests, even going to far as to stand with his hind feet on my chair and his front paws on the table, staring Mister down while I filled our bowls.
If you looked up "Disgruntled" in an illustrated dictionary....
Once he felt he had said his piece and realized that his plaintive cries had fallen upon unsympathetic ears, he retired to his blanket for a long Winter's nap, leaving us to our corrupted "spinach."