Cheesy Shrimp Scampi Pasta Bake

My strongest cooking conviction — besides the moral imperative to always, always brown the butter when possible — is that Cheesy Shrimp Scampi Pasta Bake is the culinary equivalent of a standing ovation given by an overly affectionate aunt: loud, a little messy, and absolutely necessary. Emotional? Yes. Cheesy? Obviously. Life-changing? Debatable, but pack napkins. Also, if you like saucy shrimp things that make your kitchen smell like a coastal rom-com, you might want to peek at sun-dried tomato shrimp with spinach pasta because this family of recipes is my comfort-food cult. Two words. Worship now.

Why this dish feels like Thanksgiving for one (or 12)

I once tried to impress my college boyfriend’s entire family (12 people; I made risotto because who doesn’t love a challenge?) and accidentally turned the rice into a glue sculpture. There were polite smiles, compliments about “interesting texture,” and the slow burning shame of a kitchen gone rogue. Fast forward: I made this shrimp pasta for the same family a year later, and they asked for seconds without the awkward smiles — redemption achieved. I’m tell-you-true about disaster-to-diva transitions. (Also: the lemon bars disaster of 2019 haunt me. We don’t talk about the crust.)

Okay, okay, back to the recipe — but first, a pivot with a sigh

ANYWAY, before I emotionally relive my entire culinary résumé: this bake is the answer to weeknight panic, date-night flexing, and “I promised to bring something to the potluck but my schedule is a lie” situations. It’s buttery, garlicky, lemony, and so cheesy it should have its own municipal zoning code. Also, while this bakes, consider throwing together breakfast plans because you’ll want leftovers — try the brilliant Blueberry cottage cheese breakfast bake for morning revenge on sad cereal.

Ingredients — the deliciously obvious shopping list (with opinions)

• 1 pound shrimp, peeled and deveined
• 8 ounces pasta (such as penne or rotini)
• 4 tablespoons butter
• 4 cloves garlic, minced
• 1 lemon, juiced
• 1 cup heavy cream
• 1 cup grated Parmesan cheese
• 1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
• Salt and pepper to taste
• Fresh parsley for garnish

Mini-rants: Buy decent Parmesan — not the powdered brick conspiracy from the back of the aisle. Trader Joe’s often has a lovely Parmesan wedge and their mozzarella is shockingly good for the price. Aldi is my cheap-love; they’ll do in a pinch. (Yes, I have opinions. Two words. Never trust pre-peeled garlic.)

Quick kitchen unit cheat-sheet (because conversions make me emotional)

If you’re eyeballing measures or cooking for two instead of twelve, here’s a little converter to soothe your soul.

Technique breakdown — messy, proud, and full of garlic breath confessions

I will not teach you to be timid with garlic. I will not tell you to be precious about butter. Here’s what I learned the hard way: under-season, and everything tastes like regret. Overheat the skillet and the shrimp will sulk; be patient and they sing. Use cream like a partner — supportive, not domineering.

1. Preheat your oven to 350°F (175°C).
2. Cook the pasta according to package instructions until al dente; drain and set aside.
3. In a large skillet, melt the butter over medium heat and add minced garlic, cooking until fragrant.
4. Add shrimp to the skillet and cook until pink and cooked through, about 3-4 minutes.
5. Stir in lemon juice and heavy cream, and bring to a simmer.
6. Add cooked pasta and half of the Parmesan cheese to the skillet, mixing until combined. Season with salt and pepper.
7. Transfer the mixture to a baking dish, top with remaining Parmesan and mozzarella cheese.
8. Bake in the preheated oven for 20-25 minutes, or until cheese is melted and bubbly.
9. Garnish with fresh parsley before serving.

Sensory notes: the garlic hits first, lemon brightens the middle, and the cheese is the finale — like a tiny opera where everyone cries and the orchestra consumes butter.

Why I keep cooking even when I mess up (and why you should, too)

Cooking is my family’s stubborn inheritance — recipes passed with notes like “add more love” (translation: 2 tablespoons butter). Food anchors me to people who live in memory more than in the present: holiday tables, late-night fridge raids, the casserole my grandma only made when she was forgiving herself. This dish tastes like those moments: warm, slightly messy, and utterly forgiving.

Micro-anecdote: the time the cat stole the parsley

True story: I once rescued a perfectly garnished dish from the oven only to watch the neighbor’s cat leap through the open window and steal the parsley bouquet. It was dramatic, silent, and I clapped because there was nothing else to do. Garnish accordingly. (Also, lock your windows.)

Frequently Asked Questions (fast, chaotic, helpful)

Okay I’ll stop talking now. This recipe will make your kitchen smell like you are winning at adulthood, even if you burned one side of the toast this morning. Serve with a green salad, a glass of sparkling personality (non-alcoholic), and someone to applaud when you pull it out bubbly and proud. And if the parsley goes missing, blame the cat. Also: leftovers are not a suggestion. Consider them destiny.

Daily calorie needs — a tiny calculator for the curious

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