So for my next food story, I have to actually adapt recipes. It's so much harder than it sounds, because there's tons of trial and error. Pizza wasn't cooked in 12 minutes? Well, would it be cooked in 15? Possibly, but you have to start from scratch, because you can't just punch in another three minutes on the timer since you lost all the heat in the oven when you opened it at 12 minutes. Argh. But when you finally get it right, the feeling is so amazing. Like reaching a mountain's summit. I hear.
On my Valentine's Day menu (theoretically, for the story) I have: prosciutto-wrapped dates with parmesan, tuna crostini with tapenade, mini margherita pita pizzas, and kiwi-strawberry nut cakes. If I were Rachael Ray, I'd say, "Deeeelish!" But I'm not, and I really don't like her, so I'll just say, "That better get me some."
The dates are amazing. Honestly. Sweet and salty and chewy. Read the story and use that recipe. That I totally made. Love it! And this is how they look:
Kind of funky, yes, but so good. The tuna crostini were decidedly less photogenic:
I realized after I'd started eating that I hadn't taken a picture, so this is the best I have. But they were really good. I have to cook them again, so I'll try to get a better photo.
I'm having a little battle with the pita pizzas. Should I put the cheese down first, or the tomatoes? Should the tomatoes be crushed, or in slices? Since they're not in season, I'm thinking canned. I think I'll just make four, and try one each way.
This is why my pants are tight.
2 comments:
this is why I need to live there...then both our pants would be tight. and then we could go shopping for more. Or just be gym buddies.
I'm impressed. It's nice to see you've graduated beyond fruit-roll-up sushi.
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