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Friday, December 25, 2009

bruschetta....my love affair.

So, after watching the movie Julie and Julia, I wanted to try my hand at Bruschetta. In Italy, it is a common dish that "celebrates" the ripeness of tomatoes during the summer season. Traditionally, it consists of plum tomatoes, garlic, basil, lemon juice and balsamic vinegar. Quite simple, right?

Well, being in the depth of winter, there were no lovely tomatoes to be found, so Chris and I decided to play around with the food we had. This is what we came up with.

First we sliced french bread and buttered both sides and toasted them on a skillet.





Chris made a delicious sauce combining plain yogurt, fresh pestled basil (from our herb boxes), lemon juice, salt and pepper. This went on half of the bread and was topped with fried garlic chicken, and then garnished with mozzarella cheese. When making the yogurt concoction, I was disgusted, but it turned out AMAZING. He's such a good chef and insanely creative with his cooking!

The rest of the toasted bread was layered with sautéed onions, yellow, orange and red peppers, sauvignon blanc, balsamic vinaigrette, a pinch of salt and a dash of pepper. Then coated with mozzarella cheese.

Both were toasted to melt the cheese and brown the top:


Here's our outcome.


Not exactly "bruschetta" but same idea behind it. It's a lot more filling with more ingredients, so this was more feeling than the usual Italian dish, which is often used as an appetizer.

Even though I adore making food and spending time in the kitchen, I had so much fun with Chris, since we were the only two at the house while making our "invention". He's so much fun we talk about so many things. Love him with all ma heart. ^_^




"Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet."

-Vietnamese Proverb

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

a world covered in White.

Snow.

What could be more perfect? A world covered under a white blanket might be cold, but it certainly feels safe. It's as if a pair of hands have covered the atmosphere and are keeping you safe. Call it silly, but that's that way snow makes me feel. It's also therapeutic in a way. I've always loved water and rain, and any sort of precipitation I suppose. Snow is just like rain...only a different effect for me. Rain seems to close everything. Dark clouds roll in and hide you in their black-purple haze, and drizzle the roof with soft pings. It makes me want to curl up in a blanket inside and drink tea all day. Snow, on the other hand, seems to lay everything out before you. It's open. It shows you something perfect, and even though you know that something is falling from the sky, there's no sound. It's silent and slightly solemn in a way. It makes me want to go out of a warm home and stand in the middle of this perfectness so I can somehow be apart of it. Sometimes when I see a field covered with snow I think of a world without darkness, or sin, or pain, or tears. A world in black is sometimes unbearable, and sometimes we don't even recognize the repulsiveness of it when we're in the pit of it.

Snow.

It paints a picture of a world in white. A world without blemish and without harm. A world where my slate is clean and where I am utterly and completely forgiven of my ugliest attributes. That makes snow seem pretty fantastic, huh? In a way, snow, to me, is like one of those promises from Christ that shows us what Heaven will be like, and that reminds us, we're not in our real home. snow it the appetizer, Christ love and forgiveness of our sins is the main course and dessert is going home. I hope everyone enjoyed the appetizer while it lasted.