It’s no secret that my husband rarely makes dinner. For the past 4 years he’s been ‘at sea’, in jobs that require him to be at work past dinner time (and with that, past our kids bedtime). You’ll hear no complaints from me, 90% of the time I really enjoy making dinner. That other 10% of the time I’m just feeling burnt out from chasing two toddlers around all day.
I’ve been feeling a little under the weather (pretty sure it’s just allergies, but man, they hit me like a sack of potatoes falling from 7 stories up). So, hubby stepped in. He chose to make Baked Cheesy Ravioli (it was on our weekly menu). It’s a simple recipe for a meal that my kids absolutely loved. It is fast and it is very easy. He asked something like 30 questions while making this, but better to ask than to burn the house down, right?
Adapted from America’s Test Kitchen
What you’ll need:
3 Tablespoons of butter (unsalted, if using salted omit about 1/4 tsp of the salt)
2 (9 oz) packages of fresh cheese ravioli (if you can make it yourself, great, if not Buitoni is a great alternative)
3 garlic cloves, minced
1 can diced tomatoes (14.5 oz)
1 cup chicken broth
1/3 cup heavy cream
1/4 cup fresh basil
salt and pepper
3/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese (freshly grated)
Melt 1 T butter in large skillet over med-high heat. Toss in half the ravioli and cook until golden brown (takes just a few minutes). Transfer to plate and repeat with second half (adding 1 T of butter).
Add onion and 1 T butter to same skillet, add onion, cook until softened. Add garlic and cook for 30 seconds. Add tomatoes, chicken broth, and cream – cook until slightly thick.
Toss ravioli back into pan and cook in sauce until pasta is tender. Add basil, salt and pepper. Transfer to broiler safe dish, sprinkle with cheese and broil until cheese is melted and bubbling. Serve.
My kids gobbled this up for dinner and then ate the leftovers the next day and said that they loved it. It was also nice getting a break from making dinner. So nice, that I made Raspberry Muffins for him to bring into work to share with ‘the crew’ (I’m not really sure what to call them, so I am going with ‘the crew’).
I could get use to having my husband home for dinner. Work doesn’t call. Nothing is falling apart. The world isn’t coming to an end (unless you ask my three year old on her way out of the Children’s Museum in Bangor, Maine…it was like she just found out someone had baked her bunny (stuffed buny)). Life is pretty great. This Navy Wife, loves her Navy life.