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Creamy Spinach Eggplant Pasta

In Recipes and Meals, Yoga on May 15, 2012 at 8:43 am

Creamy spinach eggplant pasta. Yep.

Guys.

You know when you want something really, really badly but you are too scared to go for it for fear you’ll fail so you muddle through your current existence just wanting and waiting and wanting and waiting until you finally snap and do irrational things like quit your job and end your relationship and blow through your life savings to make it happen and then it does happen and you’re like, “Holy… shit. It’s happening.”?

Of course you do. Hypothetically speaking.

I’m teaching my first yoga class tomorrow and I want to vomit. I’m told this is normal. When I say I want to vomit I am not talking metaphorically like, “Oh I’m so excited I could just PUKE.” No. I mean that tomorrow when you would see most teachers walking around with a towel in their hands, I’ll be carrying a barf bag.

In an attempt to not get me all riled up, let’s talk about food.

By popular request, this is the “recipe” for the creamy spinach and eggplant pasta I ate the other night. If we were speaking face to face I’d air quote the word recipe because it’s not a real recipe. It’s a little bit Sandra Lee. Just throw some things together and TAH-DAH… cocktail time!

This meal is simple and accessible to any cooking level since I’m pretty sure everyone knows how to boil water and open a jar of sauce (you’re welcome), but it involves lots of layers and textures and tastes and techniques that make it seem like you worked a whole lot harder than you did. If you eat alone like I do, this is impressive only to you and your cats. But I’d totally stand behind serving this meal to someone else. It was really good.

With wine. (not optional)

Creamy Spinach Eggplant Pasta
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Author: Katie Levans
Prep time: 10 mins
Cook time: 20 mins
Total time: 30 mins
Serves: 2
Ingredients
  • Pasta:
  • 2 cup brown rice pasta, prepared
  • Eggplant:
  • 1 eggplant, sliced into rounds
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • dried oregano
  • salt & pepper
  • Creamy Spinach:
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1 cup frozen spinach
  • 1/3 cup spinach dip (or Greek yogurt)
  • Toppings:
  • marinara sauce
  • feta, optional
Instructions
  1. Prepare the pasta as instructed. I’m not telling you how to do this.
  2. Slice the eggplant into rounds and arrange on a baking dish. Drizzle with olive oil and sprinkle with oregano, salt and pepper. (Feel free to throw in some garlic or other spices you enjoy.)
  3. Roast the eggplant in a 400-degree oven for about 8 minutes on each side.
  4. While the eggplant is roasting, warm olive oil in a skillet over med-high heat. Add frozen spinach and saute until cooked through. Add the spinach dip or Greek yogurt and warm through.
  5. Arrange the eggplant on top of the pasta. Top with creamy spinach mix, marinara sauce and feta cheese.

I used Trader Joe’s kale and spinach Greek yogurt dip because they sent me home with a free tub to try last week. It.is.so.good. You could use any creamy dip (vegan or otherwise) or, alternatively, just plain Greek yogurt.

You can easily feed two people with this and will still have leftover eggplant slices to gnaw on throughout the week. I speak from experience.

I kept mine pretty just long enough to take pictures and then promptly mauled it while watching Dr. Oz. (I typed Ox and should have left it.)

Go time.

I’m off to hyperventilate for the next 23 hours. What’s that thing they talk about in yoga all the time? Oh right. Breathing.

Ugly Breakfast, Pretty Lunch

In Charlotte, Restaurants on May 14, 2012 at 5:23 pm

Quinoa-kamut burger at Luna's Living Kitchen

I am having a very productive day.

First, I woke up at 5:30 and realized I got kicked out of my last grad class (that started today) because I didn’t pay for it. (Story of my life.) I went to yoga to mull it over (read: run from it) and finally got it sorted out. I think I was kind of hoping the course requirement and/or my unpaid tuition would just magically disappear or someone would offer me a job without noticing I was just one class shy of my Masters. That was a stupid idea.

Anyway, back in business and with my debts paid (or at least temporarily displaced), I enjoyed this hideous breakfast of soysage, avocado and leftover Chinese takeout.

Do not judge me.

Breakfast of champions. It was really good. I can’t stop eating those soysages. I’m ashamed.

I dropped off my laundry (a task that I always feel deserves a round of applause) and hightailed it down to class. I know I made a big deal about being done after last semester, and I do consider myself done, but technically on paper I have this one final three-week summer intensive seminar to cross off my list. It’s easy and exam-free so it doesn’t even count in my mind. Mentally, I have checked out of the academic sphere and am in 100% job hunt mode.

Seminar fuel.

Speaking of job hut mode… that is going very well. I had quite possibly the most productive 30 minutes of my life between the hours of 2:30 and 3pm today. While in a meeting that is very exciting I scheduled another meeting for tomorrow that is also very exciting and also got some news that is squeal-inducing. The pieces are falling into place. It’s happening.

Before my meeting I had lunch with a friend at the happiest place on Earth: Luna’s Living Kitchen. I could eat here every single day. I got the quinoa-kamut burger and macaroons and we shared hummus. That bread for the cranberry walnut crostini is made at a local bakery and can totally stand alone, which means that pairing it with their outrageously good hummus is pretty much the best idea ever.

Hummus and best bread ever.

Yin & Yang chocolate and almond macaroons

After that excitement I ran my boss-teacher-friend-person to the airport, stopped by to visit his nugget pugs that I’ll be taking care of for the week (I cannot even look at these dogs without laughing; wait until you see their ridiculous faces) and am now running to assist Jen’s class at Y2.

She’s letting me teach the first 10 minutes. Watch out, world.

Takeout. Redbox. Cookies.

In Life, Yoga on May 13, 2012 at 10:13 pm

Veggies, fried tofu, brown rice and avocado

It was another teacher training weekend (second to last one, nooooo), which means I am currently floating on a yoga high and sinking into bed with tea and cookies. Sounds about right.

This was one of my favorite weekends yet, but I think that maybe I say that every time.

Friday night we did LSD (Long, Slow, Deep), which is a deep stretch class with 5-minute holds, and watched Ashtanga, NY, a documentary about Pattabhi Jois’ monthlong visit to New York City that happened to fall on 9/11/01. (Watch that.)

Saturday we did superflow in the morning, talked the business of yoga (pay scales, launching a career, opening a studio, insurance, etc.) and spent hours (hours, I tell you) workshopping handstand variations in Freedom Park. My shoulders ache.

I dropped Tanner several times.

The only time I didn't drop him.

And today we practiced twice (Ashtanga–Mysore style–in the morning and a hot power class in the afternoon), reviewed Thai massage techniques (don’t you guys want yoga teachers that give massages?) and were videotaped teaching so we can see/hear ourselves. It was awesome.

I’ve been incredibly tame the past couple of weeks so Mitch and I made bad decisions and stayed out drinking vodka until 2:30 in the morning last night. It was so fun.

Standard.

I cried pretty much nonstop all weekend. I’m simultaneously sad that we’re almost done and so happy to see how far we’ve come since beginning in January. Personally, I feel like a completely different person. But I’m sure I’ll have a nice long emotional rant about that after graduation next weekend.

For now, look at the glorious night I had:

Chinese takeout from Ho Ho Cherry House

Not good.

Super charge me cookies, duh.

Spoiler alert:

The Vow is like The Notebook except it’s not good. At all.

Honestly, the highlight of the movie is when a shirtless Channing Tatum tries to feed pizza to a stray cat and then picks it up… shirtless.

You bet I Googled it.

It should come as no surprise (considering my recent discovery of iTunes) that this was my first experience with Redbox. Ever. I know. I have to take it back now, right? It just goes back in the box, I presume? What is this, the future? When will someone create a Catbox? Would you have to take the cats back when you’re done? Details…

I have a very big week ahead–freelance deadlines, fingers crossed on job applications, final weekend of teacher training and back to school for a quick and dirty two-week intensive to check off my last and final grad class. Boom.

This post is not going to get any more coherent so I will leave you with my equally incoherent fortune from dinner:

Are you kidding me?