Oh man, I am so, so pissed. Can you see it? Look closer. Right there, near the center, but slightly down and to the right. The smudge, the slightly blurry smudge marring every. single. one. of my photos. I’m like to scream. At first, I thought I was just going blind-12 hours a day on the computer will do that to a girl. But then I realized that it was true, that evil little smudge was real and not even one of my photos escaped its greasy grip. So I guess c’est la vie; things cannot always be perfect. I still have to tell you about this food. Let’s move on.
When I was in college and had a…we’ll just say a rough night, I would often have pasta with tomato sauce for breakfast. Much like home fries and ketchup, there was something healing about a big bowl of carbs coated in thick, salty, tangy, antioxidant-filled tomato sauce and salty, sharp cheese. Back then I always had a jar of tomato sauce in the fridge; today, not so much. But I do have sun dried tomatoes, almonds, garlic and olive oil.
I’ve been in a kind of savory-food block recently. I’ve been so busy at work that it’s been hard to have time cook, and then I’ve been so out of sorts that all I’ve wanted to do is bake. But a girl cannot live on baked goods alone. Well, I mean, she can, but it’s not a good idea. Today though, I was actually craving pasta. And not just pasta in general, but this pasta.
Do you like hummus?
Yes, ok, I’ll admit that the above doesn’t look that appealing, but just stick with me for a minute okay? I was a biochemistry major in college, which led to an advanced science degree and a job that revolves around research and scientific rigor. But I was also a Classics (emphasis on ancient art and history) minor. In fact, I was only a classics minor due to a poor advisor that failed to point out that I was 2 credits short of my intended double major. Oops. Anyways, the point is, I did a lot of reading about Greece and Rome and the Ottoman Empire and, of course, Egypt. Those ancient civilizations were absolutely amazing and I’ve always been a little obsessed. They are all top of the list as far as places I want to visit. Unfortunately, with the exception of Italy, I haven’t made it very far yet.
I’ve been wanting to make gnocchi for years. No, really, years. Why did it take so long, you ask? The answer is pretty silly really: everything I have ever read about gnocchi says to not even attempt them without a potato ricer…and I didn’t have one. Yes, one would be tempted to point out that I could have bought a ricer at any point for under 10 dollars. But I would have to counter with: why would I buy a 10$ ricer, which as far as I know only has one use (I know I’m wrong about this, I just don’t know what the other uses are), when I could buy a microplane, or a pretty dishtowel, or something else debatably more useful. The simple answer is that I just never got around to it. And then, look what arrived from Chicago! I’m fairly certain my mom is psychic sometimes.
Last week a tropical storm blew through and left fall in its wake. The past couple of days have been spectacular, with sunny, 65 degree weather and no humidity. It’s the best time of year and it calls for one thing…Soup!