There’s a bit of a story behind this recipe. In high school, when I played ice hockey, we would have pasta parties the night before each game. I forgot to mention one of these dinners to my mother until the day of it. She whipped together a bunch of ingredients to make what we now call hockey pasta. That woman has impressive culinary skills, and it was quite a hit.
The second time that I brought it to a pasta party, my coach and his daughter, “number six” (we were all jersey numbers for those four years, even his own daughter, in his own home), drove me home after. I forgot the leftover hockey pasta in their car. When they reached their house and discovered that they were locked out, they sat in the car eating the hockey pasta with their hands until the Mrs. got home. They declared it a delicious lifesaver.
