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Deconstructed Pesto

The growing season feels like it’s itching to spring itself on us, at NuWo Estates… the lettuce is up, sadly, the radishes were as well, but some rapacious rabbits utterly de-topped them. James sold all his tomato and pepper plants, to boot! I am delivering the last order tonight. He definitely had a successful seedling season, and I’m sure it will only expand next year. I joked that we’re going to end up with one of those high towers…he very seriously responded with an interest in putting one up over the raised beds! So, who knows, maybe I’ll get my dream realized – home grown tomatoes, year-round!

I had found some frozen bay scallops at Target on sale – and bought several bags. They’re the very small scallops, that, when cooked, are about the size of a headphone earbud. Tiny! but good flavor. We also had a large amount of fresh basil, since we’d potted the live plants we’d bought at Price Chopper a month ago. (Note to self: Never run out of fresh basil again!) After pondering my options, I decided to make something up, and that something would be a “Deconstructed Pesto”.

I melted some butter, plus olive oil, until it was pretty warm (but not smoking; combining these two fats tempers the heat point and the butter gives a depth of flavor.) I added about 3 tablespoons of minced garlic, and let it sizzle for about five minutes – it didn’t brown, but it was enough to mellow the bite. Then, 2# of the scallops, rinsed & drained, about 2/3 cup chiffonade-sliced fresh basil, 1/2 cup chopped pine nuts, some kosher salt & fresh cracked pepper. Heated until the scallops were cooked, added a few splashes of lemon juice (it needed something to cut the butter, as well as perk up the scallops), and served over hot pasta. We were out of Parmesan cheese, so this wasn’t a true pesto-based recipe, but the result was actually quite light & went perfectly with a nice cold chardonnay. A few slices of bread to daub up the garlicky bits at the end, and I am pleased to say, it was delicious!

This type of sauce would be equally good with shrimp or chicken. I contemplated adding some sun-dried tomatoes to it, but figured that might result in too much going on, and overwhelm the scallops. If I were doing this with chicken, I would have definitely tried the tomato addition. Artichoke hearts would also be good, and at that point, skip the meat & throw some kalamata olives into the mix for a nice vegetarian dish.

I love when experiments succeed!

Strawberry-Rhubarb Pie, OR, My, What Fast Response Times We Have With The Local Fire Department!

Yesterday evening, I decided to bake a pie. A strawberry-rhubarb pie. I had a recipe from Ye Olde Internet, and I quickly threw everything together. I followed the directions – I do not understand this brushing of the milk on the crust, it pooled and sat there through the entire process and grossed me out. But I did not follow the direction that said, “Put a baking sheet under the pie to catch the drips.” Whatevs! The oven already had some pizza cheese burned on – what’s a little extra pie, hm?

So I checked the pie at the lowest time allotment for baking – still not done. I took my pie crust ring off, so the whole thing would brown. Apparently (or at least this is the conclusion I’ve drawn) this is what started Pie Armageddon In The Oven. Suddenly the pie decides to leak. And when I checked it 10 minutes later, there were just a few little red drizzles, and I thought, “Well, hell, I should have done that baking-sheet-thing” and I put a piece of aluminum foil under said pie.

Roughly six minutes later, we were alerted to Pie Armageddon by the whooping of our smoke alarm. And not just any smoke alarm, but the one tied to our security system. So the whooping was also taking place on the outdoor siren (free! due to excellent negotiation skeelz). I ran to cancel it, meanwhile, James started opening windows and I dragged a fan around to start airing things out. The house phone rang – but nobody was on the line, I knew it had to be the alarm company, so I also got out my cell phone (second on the call list). As I looked up, I saw a white light sweep across the side yard.

Giant fucking fire truck. Less than 5 minutes, people. Can I tell you how AMAZED! and GUILTY! But still AMAZED! I was? Four (handsome, uniformed) firemen piled off the truck as I walked to greet them. (James? Inside fanning at the smoke alarm and canceling the alarm every time it went off.) They seemed a little disappointed, all this fuss over a pie, but then they smelled the burnt sugar carried on the wind behind me, and they knew I wasn’t covering for a pyromaniac nephew living in the basement. One fireman offered a fan, to air out the house, and I was so dreadfully embarrassed, I declined.

James noted it would be nice if the police response time was as fast, maybe we wouldn’t have lost all our stuff. He also went to the freezer to get out a large summer sausage that we’ll be taking (along with some cheese) down to the fire station as a thank-you for the unbelievably fast response. Granted, the station is less than a mile away, but I was agog at how quickly they were there.

FWIW, the pie? Pretty good. But not worth all the ruckus! And next time? Baking sheet under said pie.

But Of Course We Had F’n Ziti…..

Ahhhh, The Sopranos.

We had some friends over for dinner & the finale tonight….. it was a bittersweet day, the one year anniversary of dad’s death…..the end of the show he loved so much….. waking up to hear Coldplay’s “Fix You”, crying in my husband’s arms…. the skies pouring rain and then the sun treating us to a fabulous afternoon at the stadium, with my dear, dear knitty friends, in our matching shirts – and the Royals stomped ’em, 17-5. (Seventeen! Who is this team?)

So I came home & made the fuckin’ ziti.

fnziti

Because the first episode had the great line (“What? No fuckin’ ziti?”) And the last episode ended with Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” – yes, my friends, I torture my co-workers by singing those greatest hits, so it just felt right – and the anxiety of the ending – so perfect, so David Chase, so not Hollywood, just another night in the Soprano family, the usual demons lurking in the shadows – a hit man? a rat? an explosion? a court date? All of us have our demons, and they lurk every day. Nobody gets it all wrapped up by the 10 o’clock news. So I loved it. Love, love, loved it. But I must say, when the music stopped (oh David, you love your music and its perfection in your stories) and the screen went blank, we all thought something HAD happened. To the TV. To the cable. Momma Linda thought James was playing a trick with the remote. But no. It just went to black. And silence. And at 6:30 tonight I realized I hadn’t stopped at 6:00, to the minute, to observe my father’s death. There was no Singular Moment today. No neatly-wrapped ending. Just listening to my friends buzzing, opening wine, bringing dishes to the table. A few hot tears, but a smile, too. It all goes on. Until it doesn’t. Those who are left behind are left wanting more, more. But it is done.

A very good day, and better than I expected, at many turns.

Foodie Fotos

Last night, we had homemade pizza for dinner:

Homemade Pizza

I usually make the dough from scratch, but since I’d bought extra bread dough for the calzones I made a few weeks back, I thought, hm, I’ll just thaw that & try it out. It was pretty good – it wasn’t as pliable as my dough, and I like the chewiness a fresh yeast bread has. That said, I loaded it up with spicy sausage, vidalia onions, black olives & mushrooms, and it was quite yummy!

On Memorial Day, I made spring rolls.

Spring Rolls
These are a lot of work, and I still have a long way to go on learning how to roll them as well as they do at my favorite Thai & Vietnamese haunts. I also made homemade peanut sauce, um, quite a lot, so we utilized that for lunch the next weeked over noodles & some broccoli thrown in for green goodness.

We had quite a few leftover rice noodles, so the dogs got those, and of course we had to have a little fun with ’em – here’s Suzy looking scary, but in reality, just driven to get the dang noodles off her nose & into her mouth….

Rice Noodles on Suzy

Dudes, it’s lunchtime & with all these photos of food, I’m hungry!

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