God, I don’t know, I can never remember what the hell these are. Cannelloni. Little filled pasta tubes. The Royal Indian Mounted Food Control Police made the pasta just like his nona did back in Italy. Italy, India, whatever, he is very adept at this sort of thing. I made the fillings, beef and spinach, and squash and ricotta. I’ve made this before, well, the beef kind, and it is always a knock out. We had the pizza night people over for dinner and it has to be sorta nice since I am always feeding at their trough and I don’t get that many occasions to reciprocate.
I didn’t really have a butternut cannelloni recipe, but I had a butternut squash so I just winged it. Butternut and Mushroom Cannelloni with Sage Brown Butter Béchamel. Oh. My. God. It was exquisite. The beef was good too, with tomato sauce under it and béchamel on top of it. But that squash. . .
I should write a recipe or better yet, open a restaurant. Oh wait. . .
