After back-to-back weekends out of town and a seriously silly weekday schedule, the only thing left to cook for dinner was well, nothing at all. My cupboards looked like they’d been ransacked by some crazed food burglar. Exhausted by this insufferable, never ending New York winter, the odds of me putting on a coat to walk to the grocery were slim to none. I was determined to make something out of nothing for dinner, one of my favorite challenges that almost always results in a good old fashioned kitchen sink pasta.















