I haven't been around much, it's that busy end of semester time and everything seems to converge at once. I do not have any original thoughts to share right now, but I thought I would share a great recipe, copied down a few years ago from? I think it was the new York Times. Enjoy!
Warm Feta salad with Ouzo Vinaigrette
For the Vinaigrette:
1 cup ouzo (yia mas!)
2 T lemon juice
3 oz. good olive oil
a sprinkling of sea salt
For the Salad:
8 slices good country bread,1/2 inch thick, crusts removed, cut into s inch squares
1/2 fennel bulb, julienned
1 1/2 cup roasted peeled red peppers
2 scallions, thinly sliced on the diagonal
8 oz Greek feta, sliced 1/2 inch thick then cut into 2 inch squares
mixed young field greens
Aleppo pepper
Procedure:
- Heat ouzo in small saucepan til simmering, reduce to about 2 T.
-Pour into small bowl, let cool, then add lemon juice and salt, set aside
- Grill or broil bread til lightly toasted, set aside
-Place oven rack in top third of oven and heat oven to 400 degrees
-Bring pot of lightly salted water to boil and blanch fennel for about 1 minute
-Drain, rinse, then drain again
- Place in large bowl and add peppers and scallions, season with salt and pepper
- Place toast squares on baking sheet and top each with a square of feta, sprinkle with Aleppo pepper
Bake about 5 minutes, or til lightly browned
-Toss vegetable mixture with field greens, divide onto 4 serving plates.
- Top each with two tasted cheese squares, propped one against the other.
-Scatter feta crumbles on each and drizzle with vinaigrette.
enjoy!
Skopelos and Virgin
-by Skorda
when first you see it
across the water,
rising round and new above the mountain.
Open your mouth and swallow
while youth holds its roundness near,
and you are running fearless in the dark.
Hold it inside, it is still warm
and you will need its light,
there, inside you.
Down the road of time, somewhere
after you’ve aged, traveled,
Explored, discovered.
And the dust around your doorway
has been pounded hard and smooth under your feet.
When you find yourself growing weary and bored,
when your eyes see only ruins,
and your heart is empty.
You may believe, in your exhaustion,
that this is truth, at last.
That the mystery has unraveled,
leaving no wilderness to explore or tame.
All secrets have been shared,
the frontier has dissolved.
Know then, with these thoughts,
you have been swallowed.
The warm belly of the beast
comforts with confining darkness
and lulls with rhythmic sounds
Murmuring to you,
Curl up and sleep,
just go to sleep.
Shake your head,
stretch your legs,
do not sleep now.
Remember what you know.
You swallowed the moon,
you hold it inside you.
Not as a magpie hoarding shiny things,
or wearing the moon for beauty
or bartering the moon for wealth.
You swallowed the moon for this moment.
When you will walk to the water’s edge,
open your mouth, release the moon
and let its light build you a pathway
across the wine dark sea.
©Skorda 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
a recipe for you!
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