Cooking With The Magic Chef: Rigatoni Alla Hangover

I’m hungover and I’m hungry.

You make the water boil for coffee and I love you.

My stove is called the Magic Chef. It came with the cabin I am living in. It’s not particularly pretty, or powerful, but it’s got a lot of character and I’m learning to love it. I remember reading something Marco Pierre White said, which was something along the lines of, “you have to attack the stove, don’t let it intimidate you”. I’m trying to do that with my stove.

I came home with a hangover today – a bubbly one. Dull pain turns sharp without notice. My mouth feels hairy. I almost got hit by some fucking asshole on the highway trying to pass me on the slick, slushy road. Scary. I need food. Something rich, salty and full of carbs.

I have rapini. Saute with garlic and chile. Pot of salty water going in the back, add rigatoni or whatever pasta you have.

There is some pork belly ragu I made  a few days ago with leftovers from a catering thing I did with the Hawk (pictured above). In it is tomato, onion, garlic, pork belly, anchovy, fennel seeds and chili. Add ragu to rapini.

Cook pasta til still a bit crunchy and add to sauce. Toss, toss, toss with the ragu and some of the pasta water. Finish with pecorino romano.

Serve. Eat and then lie down until hangover passes.