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Monday Morning in the Kitchen: Pasta Salad

While Memorial Day allows us to pay tribute to those who have given their lives to protect our freedoms, Memorial Day also serves as the kick-off to summer.  No longer do I want to cook dinner in the oven; hot weather calls for BBQs and salads. 

Pasta salad is quick, easy, and versatile.  It is one of our "go-to" meals.  Preparation is really quite simple: 

Put a big pot of water on the stove to boil.  Cut up whatever vegetables you want.  I used broccoli, baby carrots, and summer squash this time.  When the water boils, add a box of rotini (corkscrew) noodles, as well as the vegetables, to the boiling water.  Cook for about 10 minutes, or until pasta and veggies are cooked how you like them.  Drain.  You can add chopped fresh tomatoes, olives, fresh basil, cheese, chopped ham, etc.  For a dressing, I use whatever bottled Italian dressing I have on hand.  Toss to combine.  Serve warm or cold. 



Thankful thought: Thanks to those men and women who sacrificed for our country.




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  1. Ooh, yummy, I think I'll make this for our bbq with friends tomorrow.

    * sometimes I miss new posts of you (and others) and only see them when I check in for the next post. In my sidebar I have all the new posts, so what I'm doing wrong?? You know??

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  2. Oh yum, Kristi, that salad looks so delicious. It looks so pretty, too!

    Thanks for visiting, Kristi!
    CAS

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  3. I like pasta salad. I am inviting you to come and be part of my blog hop:
    http://juliejewels1.blogspot.com/2012/05/show-your-stuff-26.html

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  4. That sounds easy! I can try this for sure. Thanks for a good recipe to take to a picnic!
    Blessings,
    Susie

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