Do you ever look around at the ingredients available to you, the energy you have to give to the cooking process — or, as I recently explained to a medium-sized child shortly before I got uninvited from future family events, the amount of fudge you have left to give from your, uh, bucket of fudge — and decided to boil spaghetti, toss it with garlicky olive oil, and call it dinner?
There’s an actual, official name for this dish and it’s aglio e olio, and there is no time like the dog days of summer, or perhaps days you might be spending at the whims of an ill-equipped vacation rental house kitchen, to remind us that it does not matter how many amazing things you know how to cook, nothing gets people to look up from their screens/rouse from their post-beach slumbers to peer around the corner with piqued interest like the aromatic wizardry of garlic sizzling in olive oil. “Ooh, what’s that?”
Aglio e olio is a pasta dish from the city of Naples, Italy, but it has legions of fans among exhausted home cooks far and wide due to its short list of ingredients I bet you already have around, and the disproportionately high amount of flavor and joy yielded from them. I’ve used this as a backpocket recipe for years, eating it as-is with a salad, with a side of whatever looked good at the market that week, with a scattering of diced roasted vegetables that had been on their last legs in the fridge, and even, if you so desire (I bet you do) topped with lemony grilled shrimp or chicken thighs. But I also forget that it exists for months at a time, and when I remember it, we’re always thrilled to have it back in the rotation, so consider this a nudge. August is for working less hard in and outside of the kitchen, and that’s exactly where I hope this finds you, too.
