A’ight. This is for Cass and Dave. And this is why Brad and I will never do a blog foodie site, even though I have been known once or twice to love food. Because apparently I cook only when everything is on the edge of molding.
For dinner tonight we have an italian bruschetta:
It was made because
a) the homemade bread was stale, thanks to being devoid of franken soy oil from evil Monsanto
b) the amazing, grown-in-USA tomatoes that were supposed to last me a week all over ripened at once. And are probably Monsanto.
c) I had to check my shredded mozz in the fridge…..Phew. No mold. Otherwise it would have been spaghetti night.
d) pesto from my garden in the freezer. Basil is a pissy plant until it gets growing. I suggest all gardeners eat pesto this time of year to fortify their resolve for dealing with the little PITA.
Copy recipe from here using way less sun-dried tomatoes because they cost a fortune:
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Double-Tomato-Bruschetta/Detail.aspx
And voila! I get to have an excuse to open the red wine before the beelers go to sleep.
Tonight’s wine:
Fetzer Merlot-the *best* cheap wine money can buy
I realize y’all don’t have my pesto in your freezer and that’s really a shame because one of the hallmarks of the meal is the signature fragrant pesto burps that last for several hours after.
Cheers!
Jude