Dinner Tonight: Pasta with Meyer Lemon and Basil

Dinner Tonight: Pasta with Meyer Lemon and Basil requires approximately 45 minutes from start to finish. For $1.34 per serving, you get a main course that serves 4. One serving contains 682 calories, 22g of protein, and 28g of fat. 322 people were impressed by this recipe. It is brought to you by Serious Eats. A mixture of basil, salt and pepper, olive oil, and a handful of other ingredients are all it takes to make this recipe so delicious. With a spoonacular score of 92%, this dish is tremendous. If you like this recipe, take a look at these similar recipes: Dinner Tonight: Artichoke, Olive, and Lemon Pasta, Meyer Lemon Basil Pasta Salad, and Dinner Tonight: Summertime Pasta with Pine Nuts and Lemon.

Servings: 4

 

Ingredients:

small bunch basil, leaves thinly sliced

3 meyer lemons, zested and juiced (or substitue 2 regular lemons)

6 tablespoons olive oil

3/4 cup grated Parmesan

1 pound pasta

salt and pepper to taste

Equipment:

pot

whisk

bowl

Cooking instruction summary:

Procedures 1 In a large pot, bring salted water to boil. Cook pasta until al dente, reserving 1/2 cup of cooking water before draining. 2 In a serving bowl, whisk together lemon zest and juice, Parmesan, olive oil, and salt and pepper to taste. It should form a loose emulsion. 3 Add drained pasta to bowl along with basil and toss well to combine. Add pasta water little by little until it forms a sauce. Serve with more grated Parmesan alongside.

 

Step by step:


1. 1

2. In a large pot, bring salted water to boil. Cook pasta until al dente, reserving 1/2 cup of cooking water before draining.

3. 2

4. In a serving bowl, whisk together lemon zest and juice, Parmesan, olive oil, and salt and pepper to taste. It should form a loose emulsion.

5. 3

6. Add drained pasta to bowl along with basil and toss well to combine.

7. Add pasta water little by little until it forms a sauce.

8. Serve with more grated Parmesan alongside.


Nutrition Information:

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682k Calories
21g Protein
27g Total Fat
86g Carbs
26% Health Score
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Calories
682k
34%

Fat
27g
42%

  Saturated Fat
6g
39%

Carbohydrates
86g
29%

  Sugar
3g
4%

Cholesterol
12mg
4%

Sodium
501mg
22%

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Protein
21g
43%

Selenium
75µg
108%

Manganese
1mg
53%

Phosphorus
346mg
35%

Calcium
255mg
26%

Vitamin E
3mg
21%

Vitamin K
21µg
20%

Magnesium
70mg
18%

Copper
0.35mg
17%

Fiber
4g
17%

Zinc
2mg
14%

Iron
1mg
10%

Vitamin B3
2mg
10%

Vitamin B6
0.19mg
9%

Potassium
283mg
8%

Vitamin B2
0.14mg
8%

Vitamin B1
0.11mg
8%

Vitamin C
6mg
7%

Folate
23µg
6%

Vitamin B5
0.59mg
6%

Vitamin A
254IU
5%

Vitamin B12
0.23µg
4%

covered percent of daily need
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