Ingredients
Equipment
Method
Boiling Pasta While Thinking Too Much
- I filled the pot with water and added salt like I was releasing frustration.
- When it boiled, I threw the pasta in. And I watched it swirl… weirdly calming.
- Boil it a minute less than usual.
- You want it firm — because life gets mushy enough on its own.
- Drain it.
- Shake it once.
- Let it be.
The Sauce That Smells Like Hope
- I heated oil.
- Added onions.
- Let them soften — I remember stirring slowly, almost absentmindedly.
- Then garlic.
- The smell filled the kitchen, and I swear… for a moment… I forgot the heaviness of the day.
- If you have meat, add it.
- Break it up gently — don’t rush.
- Pour in the marinara.
- Add herbs, chili flakes, salt, pepper.
- Let it simmer.
- Sauce bubbling softly in a quiet kitchen feels like someone humming to you when you need it the most.
Mixing the Cheese – The Part That Feels Like Self-Care
- In a bowl, mix ricotta, mozzarella, parmesan, egg, pepper.
- There is something oddly soothing about mixing cheese.
- It’s soft. Gentle. Not demanding.
- It was the first moment that day where I felt in control.
Bringing It All Together
- Now mix:
- Pasta
- Half the sauce
- Half the cheese mix
- Fold slowly.
- Like you’re holding something fragile — because maybe you are.
- Maybe it’s your own heart that needs slow handling.
Layering (No Rules, Just Feeling)
- In the baking dish:
- Layer pasta.
- Spread cheese.
- Pour sauce.
- Add more cheese on top.
- I didn’t even care if the layers were even.
- I just wanted something warm to exist in the oven.
Bake the Things You Can Fix
- Cover with foil.
- Bake at 190°C for 20 minutes.
- Remove foil.
- Bake 10–15 minutes more until it bubbles like it’s alive.
- That moment — when the timer beeped and I opened the oven —
- I swear, it felt like something inside me softened too.
Why This Dish Became More Than Just Food
- It wasn’t the ingredients.
- It wasn’t the technique.
- It was that tiny, quiet reminder:
- “You got through the day. Here’s something warm to hold you.”
- Some dishes are just recipes.
- But baked ziti — easy baked ziti — became a memory for me.
- A little anchor.
- A moment where I fed myself not because I was hungry, but because I deserved comfort.
- And that feeling…
- was something I hadn’t given myself in a long time.
