Two California transplants, one Wheaten Terrier and their sort-of new life in London

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Italy on My Mind

Last night, before I fell asleep, I was thinking of bruschetta. I have no idea why. Normally when I can't fall asleep I think about obscure diseases, the ones they show on TV shows like "The Horrible Disease that Almost Killed Me," or "Fear For Your Life: Dingle-Manheim Syndrome and You." Or else I am thinking about doing laundry and what I need to buy at Waitrose. But last night it was all about bruschetta. So today I made some. I think I was motivated in part by my new basil plant. I am worried that if I don't start using it it will eventually shrivel up and die on my windowsill. And then I will need to buy another plant, but I won't and then I'll want to make something with basil and I won't have any and it will be a huge disaster. So I used some today. Yeah! (All of two leaves but that's neither here nor there.)
Blech, bad picture*

I made a really simple bruschetta with tomatoes, some olives (kalamata truth be told, so Greek ones), basil (obviously), S&P, olive oil and balsamic. Then I put it on bread (French bread, if you must know. I got tired of waiting for the Italian breads to be stocked at Waitrose so I gave up and bought French rather than aimlessly wandering around the store looking like a weirdo). Then I put some cheese on it and stuck it under the broiler to melt the cheese. I put cheese because cheese is just plain good. Et voila! Lunch was served. It was good. I liked it and I think Dave would like it too. Riley wanted some but she didn't get any. Instead she got carrots on her food. She actually likes carrots but they didn't work this time, she wanted something better. Tough luck, doggie. By the way, she was just lying on the floor snoring and I didn't get a chance to film her. I'm going to try, it's pretty funny to see and hear. I'll keep you posted...

* I need to work on my kitchen photography skills. The shiny black countertop doesn't help matters. Nor does the Hawaiian potholder. But that cheese looks especially bad. It looks like the cheese you'd find on some "Molto Italiano Melt-thingy" from Burger King. Yuck.

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