The meal you see below started out as a sort of Alfredo/Stroganoff-like dish with spaghetti squash as the "pasta" (about the only tolerable pasta analogue I've found thus far). Somehow, fresh basil and mushrooms got recruited, along with American-style red-pepper flakes, then one thing led to another, and before we knew it we were having sex on the kitchen floor, right there amongst the dust bunnies, with much yelping and queefing. Seriously, I have no idea how this dish got to its current state from where it started, but it smelled and tasted fantastic. The bacon scraps played a role, as you see.
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