Showing posts with label bruschetta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bruschetta. Show all posts

Monday, September 21, 2009

Saying Goodbye to Summer

Summer can be over now that I've made bruschetta. I'm ready to move on to fall, which means I will be going to pick apples in Nebraska City this weekend and I will be wearing a 10-year-old hoodie while I do it. Ooo, and maybe some boots too--my mom would HATE that outfit (even better). Fall does have good parts to it, even if those parts don't include tomatoes or late sunsets. My hayfever has started, the leaves are beginning to change, and every good night of sleep is a victory (I almost made it last night except for a noise and a very strange dream that involved me and my dad smuggling ourselves out of Australia). Goodbye fresh tomatoes from my mother's garden, and hello blazers, squash, hayfever, apples and bonfires.
Bruschetta: from One Year Ago couple fresh tomatoes, diced garlic clove, finely chopped handful fresh basil, chopped dash or two of dried oregano splash of equal parts olive oil and balsamic vinegar spalsh of lemon juice salt and pepper to taste I didn't give exact measurements because it doesn't really matter. The most important part are the tomatoes, so have the most of them. For one big tomato and one small tomato (Roma-sized) I used one big garlic clove--you can always adjust for taste later and add more. I shook about 1/2 a teaspoon of dried oregano onto my tomatoes, one good glug each of olive oil and vinegar and a bit more heavily on the lemon juice. I serve it with toasted French loaves painted with olive oil and sprinkled with salt and pepper.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Pasta al Tomate

Last week, Emily and I went to the airport to collect our sister, returned from an epic voyage to Italy. She offered to make the entire family dinner last Friday, a decision I'm sure she regrets. I'm not so sure she missed us. My part of the story started when Al called to invite me to dinner. "Well, I have a party to go to, what time is it going to be over?" (This is the sort of thing you can only say to your family.) But I came and sat on the couch and complained that dinner wouldn't be over according to my schedule. Dad and I sat in the living room, joking and sincerely wondering where the chef du jour was. It was 5:30 p.m., and she was at the grocery store--this is America, Al. We eat by 6! But the pasta got rolling, mom was on-hand to lend assistance and I finally dragged myself off the couch to chop some tomatoes--for which I was lucky not to maim my hand while Al pushed around the cutting board in a frantic dash to find the corkscrew. But taking nibbles of the food and sips from the wine sobered everyone's tempers. Al was the chef de cuisine, mom was sous chef and I was the lowly garde manger (pantry supervisor).

But we did the work to prepare the bruschetta, salad and pasta (no meat to be seen--and on my dad's birthday). Al even grabbed a bottle of wine from the town in which she lived in Italy (Orvieto). The recipes are from a restaurant in Orvieto called Zeppelin where Al took a cooking class. So our meal was just as good as being there--obnoxious family included. Bruschetta: 1 loaf of HyVee take and bake bread (this stuff is awesome and so easy) 2 ounces pancetta Asiago cheese, thinly sliced coarsely chopped fresh basil olive oil balsamic vinegar dried parsely This seems too easy to explain, but here goes: Slice baked bread into one-inch-thick pieces to serve topped with the cheese, pancetta and basil and also dipped in a bowl of a olive oil-vinegar-parsely mixture.

Pasta with Tomatoes and Chilis: olive oil 3 cloves garlic, diced 1 cup dry white wine 2 pounds Roma tomatoes, diced 1 chili pepper, diced (remove seeds according to desired spiciness) large handful of fresh basil, coarsely chopped big handful spaghetti salt and pepper to taste parmesan cheese In a large sauce pan on medium, heat oil and saute garlic for a couple minutes. Add wine, tomatoes and chili pepper and continue to saute for 5 to 10 minutes. Add salt and pepper. Al bought an Anaheim pepper, which is less spicy than a jalapeno. You can always adjust the spiciness by adding or removing the ribs and seeds from the pepper. As far as judging a pepper's spiciness, generally smaller peppers are spicier. Meanwhile, bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Cook spaghetti according to directions. Al picked up some spaghetti with ribs in it, which I really liked. Drain pasta and carefully dump into sauce pan with tomatoes. To serve top with basil and parmasan cheese.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Bruschetta.

My mom always says the best part about summer is ripe rep tomatoes. And if you're anyone but me, your tomato plants are going crazy right about now. I currently have four cherry tomatoes, all of which have been enjoyed by a bug. I even put a hedge apple in the planter, and I swear it's half eaten. But the best part about summer tomatoes is bruschetta. Translated: Italian salsa. Here's our family recipe, which may or may not have originated in the kitchen of Betty Crocker (but you know she stole it from some noni).
5-6 tomatoes (roma, heirloom, whatever) 1/2 cup fresh basil
2 teaspoons dried oregano
2 cloves garlic
2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
2 tablespoons olive oil
lemon juice from 1/2 a lemon
Chop. (Everything that's chopable). My mom puts the ingredients in a food processor to speed things up, but I prefer mine chunky.
OK, one of the things that sets this recipe apart is the crusty bread. This one courtesy of THE Martha Stewart.
1 baguette (French, Italian, whatever)
olive oil
coarse Kosher salt
pepper
Slice the bread into one-inch pieces. Lay on baking sheet. Sprinkle pieces with olive oil, salt and pepper and toast.
Enjoy.