Chicago girl

I can't be entirely sure if this next pasta dish landed in my lap so instantly because the Internet is so great or because prayer works amazing wonders in our lives. It felt like the latter after my recent plea to pasta, you know, to stand-up and be more representative of their race and all. And lucky for even me, only one link away from The Sisters Cafe was The Picky Palate, which in her archives featured Grown-up Spaghettios. I'll admit when I first saw this recipe I instantly thought, "I'm going ghetto". It was more of a threat, to go ghetto, and I pondered that ditalini and tomato sauce combination for about three days, realizing with more and more joy that this dish also contained our favorite, grilled chicken, along with a stick of butter and a cup of cheese. Hidden Valley Ranch enthusiasts everywhere will be glad to know a tablespoon of ranch dip mix is secretly mixed in. Now I don't know if it was the ditalini itself that was being like, I'm all cute and tiny rings, or if the outspoken cheese was getting all gooey-like, but the three fifteen ounce cans of tomato sauce definitely brought warmth to my soul. It comforted.