Naked Noodles with Rosemary Butter

You can never have too many side dish recipes, so give Naked Noodles with Rosemary Butter a try. One serving contains 623 calories, 11g of protein, and 24g of fat. For $2.83 per serving, this recipe covers 7% of your daily requirements of vitamins and minerals. This recipe serves 1. If you have olive oil, Salt & Pepper, red pepper flakes, and a few other ingredients on hand, you can make it. A few people made this recipe, and 71 would say it hit the spot. It is brought to you by Bake Your Day. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes roughly 15 minutes. With a spoonacular score of 30%, this dish is not so tremendous. Try Easy Slow Cooker Naked Apple Butter, Cinnamon-Rosemary Carrot and Parsnip Noodles with Roasted Hazelnuts and Ricotta, and Naked Ravioli for similar recipes.

Servings: 1

Cooking duration: 15 minutes

 

Ingredients:

4 ounces brown rice pasta (or any kind you like)

1 Tbs. butter

1 tsp. fresh rosemary, chopped

5 grape tomatoes, halved

2 tsp. olive oil, divided

1 Tbs. parmesan cheese

1/8 tsp. crushed red pepper flakes

Salt & Pepper to taste

Equipment:

sauce pan

frying pan

Cooking instruction summary:

Cook pasta according to package directions. While the pasta cooks, melt the butter and 1 teaspoon olive oil in a small sauce pan over low heat. Add the rosemary and stir to combine. Allow the butter to slightly brown, just until brown flakes start appearing on the bottom of the pan. Add the crushed red pepper flakes and tomatoes and stir to coat.Drain the pasta and add to the rosemary butter. Toss to coat, add parmesan cheese and salt and pepper to taste.

 

Step by step:


1. Cook pasta according to package directions. While the pasta cooks, melt the butter and 1 teaspoon olive oil in a small sauce pan over low heat.

2. Add the rosemary and stir to combine. Allow the butter to slightly brown, just until brown flakes start appearing on the bottom of the pan.

3. Add the crushed red pepper flakes and tomatoes and stir to coat.

4. Drain the pasta and add to the rosemary butter. Toss to coat, add parmesan cheese and salt and pepper to taste.


Nutrition Information:

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622k Calories
10g Protein
24g Total Fat
92g Carbs
2% Health Score
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Calories
622k
31%

Fat
24g
37%

  Saturated Fat
10g
65%

Carbohydrates
92g
31%

  Sugar
4g
5%

Cholesterol
33mg
11%

Sodium
404mg
18%

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Protein
10g
22%

Fiber
9g
37%

Vitamin A
1196IU
24%

Vitamin E
2mg
15%

Vitamin C
11mg
14%

Vitamin K
13µg
13%

Calcium
74mg
7%

Potassium
219mg
6%

Phosphorus
59mg
6%

Manganese
0.11mg
5%

Vitamin B6
0.08mg
4%

Folate
14µg
4%

Magnesium
12mg
3%

Copper
0.06mg
3%

Vitamin B3
0.56mg
3%

Vitamin B2
0.04mg
2%

Vitamin B1
0.04mg
2%

Iron
0.42mg
2%

Zinc
0.31mg
2%

Selenium
1µg
2%

Vitamin D
0.24µg
2%

Vitamin B12
0.08µg
1%

Vitamin B5
0.12mg
1%

covered percent of daily need
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