04 June 2010

Summer's Bounty

For some unknown reason I'm just not feeling up to blogging about our recent trip / visitors / birthday shenanigans. Maybe I feel I can't compete with Chris "Martin Scorsese" Arnold's videos? Perhaps I don't want to tarnish the good times and fond memories by trying to recall them in witty detail? Or might it be that I am just the laziest girl alive? All very possible. But don't worry folks, we'll get there sooner or later. And in the meantime - here's a recipe of sorts.

Ever notice how cheap and plentiful zucchini is during the summer? I have. But short of adding a few raw spears to the occasional crudités platter I've generally shied away from zucchini because I thought I didn't like it.

My mother made something she called zucchini casserole which I remember as being soupy, squishy, over cooked and littered with canned stewed tomatoes. Now I don't want to slander my mother's good name or her skill in the kitchen, but this stuff was G-R-O-S-S.

I should admit that I was a very picky eater as a child, but vegetables were the one thing I always loved and gobbled up. It was meat and potatoes that I usually turned my nose up at. And my mother's skills in the kitchen were actually pretty amazing. So either my memory is wrong or zucchini was the one ingredient she just missed the mark on.

My father had a big ol' garden every summer where he grew loads of stuff. Peas, beans, radishes, tomatoes, eggplants, cucumbers, asparagus and a whole host of other veggies. But never zucchini. I know for a fact they are easy to grow. I didn't use the words "cheap and plentiful" above lightly. So why didn't he grow them? And why didn't she have more ways to prepare them? Either he didn't like zucchini or she didn't. It shall remain forever a mystery. And in the meantime - I thought I didn't like zucchini. Pity.

Fast forward a thousand years and I am all grown up and moving to Vienna. Waiting for me here was one husband, an apartment full of Seventies-tastic furnishings and the largest zucchini I'd ever laid eyes on. Turns out it came compliments of lacrosse player Georg, from his Dad's garden. And what a sweet and welcoming gesture it was. Fresh home grown veggies are the way to my heart.

But a zucchini?

What was I going to do with it? Exactly how much raw zucchini dipped in salad dressing can one girl eat? And that's when I asked Georg how his family liked to eat all the zucchini their garden produced. What follows is the basic gist of a recipe related to me verbally, nearly a year ago. I've made it several times since, it changes a bit each time, feel free to tinker. It's cheap and cheerful, flexible and filling. And nutritious enough not to spark a guilt storm.

We call it Pasta Georg.

Ingredients:
-a few mid sized zucchini, cut into hunks
-a couple of onions, cut into hunks
-a bowl of pasta, cooked
-two or three pints of creme fraiche (this is the guilt ingredient, use at your own risk)
-a few cloves of garlic, minced, smashed, sliced - however you like it
-a few tablespoons of olive oil
-generous portions of a variety of basic herbs and spices, fresh or dried, whatever you have laying around. I usually use lots of basil and oregano, a bit of rosemary and thyme.
-salt, pepper to taste
-fresh grated parmesan cheese

To cook:
Heat olive oil in pan. Add onion hunks, sauté till transparent (about 5 mins)
Add zucchini hunks, garlic, salt, pepper and herbs. Toss the whole lot around.
Sauté about 5 mins. I like the zucchini cooked but not mushy.
Combine zucchini mixture, the cooked pasta and creme fraiche.
Stir it up good.
Sprinkle with parmesan cheese and serve.

Delish. Delish. Delish.
Easy, fast, economical, tasty and healthy(ish)

You can add chicken, or asparagus, more onions, less garlic, different herbs, a handful of capers. I'm pretty sure you can't go wrong with this one.

And so I leave you with this flexible recipe, a few fun facts and a wish that someone in your neighborhood has zucchini planted in their garden.

-k.

  • The world's largest zucchini was recorded as 6 foot 4 inches long, grown in Niagara Falls, NY, 2003.
  • August 8th is "Sneak some zucchini onto your neighbor's porch day"
  • Zucchini helps to cure asthma as it contains Vitamin C, which is a powerful antioxidant, and has anti-inflammatory properties.
  • Zucchini helps to prevent diseases, like scurvy, bruising etc, caused by the deficiency of Vitamin C.
  • Zucchini also prevents the risk of having multiple sclerosis
  • Zucchinis have high water content (over 95%), so they make perfect food for people on diet.
  • Zucchini contains useful amounts of folate, potassium, and vitamin A, necessary for a human body.
p.s. Thanks to Georg and the above recipe, I am no longer afraid of zucchini and use it routinely around the kitchen. Sometimes I see how high I can stack it, like jenga, sometimes I use it to swat a fly and sometimes I even cook with it.

27 May 2010

40th Birthdaypalooza - The Movie

Yummm

During a recent trip from my cousins...

...we lunched at the Palmenhaus Café on the grounds of the Hofburg Palace.

We ate buffalo mozzarella salads...

...some lovely antipasto...

...a nice mixed cheese plate...

...and this giant whole fish!

21 May 2010

Happy Birthday




To the man who taught me that going to bed angry is a ludicrous notion. That holding a grudge does NOBODY any good...

To the man who was smart enough to recognize the girl of his dreams and hold on to her until she realized he was the man of hers....

To the man who has been devoted to his parents since I've known him...

To the man with whom I share so many private jokes we practically have our own language...

To the man who can't seem to get his clothes into his closet, and who pretends to be helpless about folding his own shirts....

To the man who remembered the names of all nine of my siblings at the first meeting...

To the man who has spent countless nights with me rearranging furniture while sharing a bottle of wine and calling it fun...

To a man who is generous in mind, body and spirit. You give freely of your time, your attention, your strength, your expertise, your wallet, your intelligence and most of all your humor...

To the man who can tell a damn good story...

To the man who has always been intelligent enough to match wits with me. You inspire me to be smarter, think quicker, act more clever and always keep 'em laughing...

To the man who still calls me cute when I am puffy and crinkled from sleep, bloodshot eyes, grumpy disposition...

To the man who lights up every room he enters. You are still the most dynamic person I have the pleasure of knowing...

To the man who has become more handsome as the years pass. Like a fine wine you've only improved with age...

To the man I share everything with, you are still the first person I want to show something cool / new / weird / funny / gross to...

To the man who has picked up and put down more hobbies than I knew existed...

To the man who taught me that balls and a loud voice will get you out of as much hot water as they will get you into. That most situations call for some guts, some leadership and a whole lot of laughter...

To the man I can fart in front of...

To the man who has given me the courage to venture beyond my comfort zone again and again. Who often believes I am smarter, worthier and more capable that I do myself. And who never stops trying to convince me...

To the man with an uncanny sense of direction, my own personal geography nerd, my fellow history buff and science fiction geek...

To the man who taught me that guilt is useless and self confidence is priceless...

To the man who has never been afraid to show his softer side. He's good with kids, likes cats, helps old people with their bags and can decorate a mean house...

To the man who was not once intimidated by seven loud and loving sisters, two gentle and protective brothers, five nieces and nephews hanging from his limbs like monkeys and so many cousins none of us can keep count. You've embraced my family as if they were your own...

To the man who takes his job of protecting me very seriously even when I scoff at him...

To the man I want by my side should any scary sh*t go down...

To the man who I want to make laugh, above all others. You're the funniest person I know, and you still laugh at all (most) of my jokes...

To the man who believes he can do anything, you've made me believe it too...

To the man I want to grow old with, to the man I am proud of, to the man I love...

Happy birthday.

-k.