Summer Vegetable Pasta

Summer Vegetable Pasta requires around 30 minutes from start to finish. This recipe serves 4 and costs $2.67 per serving. One portion of this dish contains approximately 29g of protein, 10g of fat, and a total of 606 calories. This recipe is liked by 1090 foodies and cooks. It works well as an affordable main course. Head to the store and pick up tomato, yellow squash, spinach, and a few other things to make it today. It is brought to you by The Little Kitchen. It will be a hit at your The Fourth Of July event. Overall, this recipe earns an amazing spoonacular score of 97%. Summer Vegetable Pasta, Summer Vegetable Pasta, and Summer Vegetable Pasta are very similar to this recipe.

Servings: 4

Preparation duration: 15 minutes

Cooking duration: 15 minutes

 

Ingredients:

1/2 pound asparagus, trimmed and cut into quarters

1 Land O Lakes® Butter with Olive Oil & Sea Salt Half Stick (4 Tablespoons)

1/2 lemon

grated Parmesan cheese

Italian parsley, chopped

1 pound pasta (your choice)

2 cups packed fresh spinach, rinsed

1 tomato, diced

1/2 cup white wine

2 yellow squash, chopped

Equipment:

frying pan

pot

Cooking instruction summary:

Bring a pot of salted water to a boil. Prep the vegetables. Make the pasta and drain it while cooking the rest.In a stainless steel pan, add Land O Lakes® butter with olive oil & sea salt. Melt on medium heat. Add asparagus and squash and cook for 3 to 4 minutes. Season with pepper. Add spinach and cook for 90 seconds, until partially wilted. Add the white wine, increase heat to medium high and allow to cook for another 2 to 3 minutes. Turn off heat and remove pan from heat. Squeeze the half lemon and mix. Add pasta and mix thoroughly. Season with salt and pepper.Serve on plates topped with chopped tomatoes, Parmesan cheese and parsley.

 

Step by step:


1. Bring a pot of salted water to a boil. Prep the vegetables. Make the pasta and drain it while cooking the rest.In a stainless steel pan, add Land O Lakes® butter with olive oil & sea salt. Melt on medium heat.

2. Add asparagus and squash and cook for 3 to 4 minutes. Season with pepper.

3. Add spinach and cook for 90 seconds, until partially wilted.

4. Add the white wine, increase heat to medium high and allow to cook for another 2 to 3 minutes. Turn off heat and remove pan from heat. Squeeze the half lemon and mix.

5. Add pasta and mix thoroughly. Season with salt and pepper.

6. Serve on plates topped with chopped tomatoes, Parmesan cheese and parsley.


Nutrition Information:

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606k Calories
28g Protein
10g Total Fat
95g Carbs
44% Health Score
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Calories
606k
30%

Fat
10g
16%

  Saturated Fat
5g
34%

Carbohydrates
95g
32%

  Sugar
8g
9%

Cholesterol
20mg
7%

Sodium
509mg
22%

Alcohol
3g
17%

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Protein
28g
58%

Vitamin K
167µg
160%

Selenium
80µg
115%

Manganese
1mg
76%

Vitamin A
2867IU
57%

Phosphorus
513mg
51%

Vitamin C
40mg
49%

Calcium
437mg
44%

Folate
122µg
31%

Magnesium
119mg
30%

Fiber
7g
28%

Copper
0.54mg
27%

Vitamin B6
0.54mg
27%

Vitamin B2
0.43mg
25%

Potassium
870mg
25%

Iron
4mg
23%

Zinc
3mg
22%

Vitamin B1
0.28mg
18%

Vitamin B3
3mg
17%

Vitamin B5
1mg
10%

Vitamin E
1mg
10%

Vitamin B12
0.36µg
6%

Vitamin D
0.15µg
1%

covered percent of daily need
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