I love basil
I love basil. (Though I refer to the herb, it's also true that I love Basil, thanks to last winter's Cappadocians and Friends class. And it was fun to see and spend time with Helen, our professor, at the Faith and Order conference!)
Last night, inspired by the film Ratatouille, I began cooking -- no recipe, only a rich blend of aromas and colors in my mind. Into the pan with olive oil and garlic the veggies went: red onion, baby portabellas, thin asparagus stalks and red bell pepper. While three handfuls of rigatoni boiled, I added fresh basil to the mix...at first a little, then more, and a bit more, because the scent of basil was intoxicating. The flavors blended excellently; I tossed in some crushed red pepper and crumbled feta cheese, garnished with a little more basil, and we feasted. Ah, basil!
Last night, inspired by the film Ratatouille, I began cooking -- no recipe, only a rich blend of aromas and colors in my mind. Into the pan with olive oil and garlic the veggies went: red onion, baby portabellas, thin asparagus stalks and red bell pepper. While three handfuls of rigatoni boiled, I added fresh basil to the mix...at first a little, then more, and a bit more, because the scent of basil was intoxicating. The flavors blended excellently; I tossed in some crushed red pepper and crumbled feta cheese, garnished with a little more basil, and we feasted. Ah, basil!
Labels: Cooking, Faith and Order
posted by Raisin at
11:43 AM
2 Comments:
I'm using Roz's excellent canine sense of smell to teach her how to identify basil and tomatoes, both of which are in abundance these days. Why would anyone bother to teach a dog the difference between basil and tomato, you might ask. I'm just that bored.
I once saw a recipe for basil cheesecake, but I never got around to making it.
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