This is one of the best recipes I have ever come upon - I have been wanting share it with everyone! I debuted my first batch on Easter Sunday. It was an instant hit. Hope you will enjoy. Hope it's ok to publish this ... I don't think that Barefoot will mind.
Garlic & Herb Tomatoes
(from Barefoot Contessa at Home by Ina Garten)
3 TBSP good olive oil
2 TBSP minced garlic (2 cloves)
2 pints cherry tomatoes or grape tomatoes
2 TBSP each: chopped fresh basil and chopped fresh parsley
2 tsp chopped fresh thyme leaves
1 tsp kosher salt
1/4 tsp freshly ground black pepper
Heat the olive oil in a saute pan that is large enough to hold all tomatoes in one layer. Add garlic to the oil and cook over medium heat for about 30 seconds. Add tomatoes and rest of ingredients - cook for 5 to 7 minutes, tossing occasionally, until tomatoes begin to lose their firm round shape. You may garnish with additional basil and parsley before serving.
Looney Tips:
*leftovers are delicious just scooped into a bowl and garnished with mozzerella cheese. I had this for lunch twice the week after Easter.
*you can also chop up leftovers and add to a pizza - simply YUMMY!
*I have done this recipe using fresh herbs as well as bottled herbs: opt for fresh if you have the chop time.
*would be a great as a pick up at a party - just skewer 2-3 on toothpicks!
Enjoy!
Friday, April 18, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Globby Goo
The weather outside is anything but frightful! The sun is brightly shining. There is a wonderful, cool breeze in the air. It's springtime and just beautiful outside.
We have been very busy here at LooneyBin Central. Each day brings exciting gifts, like the wet kiss that I received on my nose this morning (what a way to wake up). That kiss was followed by placement of a Spiderman sticker on my right earlobe: Look, Mommy - an earring. Exciting gifts ... like say, the sticky, globby goo that I just discovered in my purse as I reached in for my keys. This glob is unidentifiable, which in itself is cause for alarm.
See ... my son attends a school that while very clean, organized, and well-managed, is not without germs ---- lots of germs. It's just life, right? Seems like every time we arrive to collect him as well as all of his belongings (nap pad, blanket, backpack) that he insists on taking home on a daily basis and not leaving in the nicely decorated cubby that has been provided for the items - there's a new sign on the front door:
"We have a case of RSV"
"We have discovered a case of the flu"
"We have two cases of walking pneumonia"
"Please remember that it's flu and cold season" (I ask you - does this season ever end at a school or daycare????)
"No crocs allowed - shoes must be closed toe"
Being the mild germophobe that I am, it's always a little concerning for me (where are my chocolate chips at a time like this?). I have been known to seek out the Director and ask, in a very worried/don't really want to know the answer but need to find out voice, "Is it in my son's room?" Most of the time, the details of the posted sign do not pertain to his room.
Just last week, I had a lunch meeting with someone who happens to know one of my dearest friends. He told me that her child has lice. I shuttered at the thought. What a nightmare! Germs everywhere - bugs in her precious head - and even moreover ... would her classmates tease her? I was somewhat relieved to find out that half of the class has head lice, so if the other half feels compelled to tease, God bless them.
So - it should come as no surprise to you that with my luck, just such a sign would be posted at the front door of our school - and it was. Just two days later. This time, the details were in all caps:
"WE HAVE SEVERAL REPORTED CASES OF HEAD LICE AND ARE EVALUATING EACH AND EVERY ROOM TO ENSURE THAT THIS DOES NOT BECOME WIDESPREAD THROUGHOUT THE CENTER. PLEASE, DO NOT PANIC. HEAD LICE IS TREATABLE".
Treatable, yes. A pain in the wazzoo, definitely. I've heard the stories. Why can't it be stomach bug? Anything, anything but head lice. So once again, I have found myself at the front counter, asking in that trembly voice. And once again, it's not in his room. Still, I feel for the parents who will spend the next 48 hours scrubbing counters, chairs, washing linens, using those weird dougnut circle things on the heads of screaming children. Oh the joy. That would send me directly to the chocolate chip section in the store, and I would think nothing of stopping by the milk area, collecting a chocolate milk, popping it open, and marrying it with a handful of chips.
Ah, parenthood. Complete and utter bliss. It really is. It's full of mostly ups, but there are occasional downs. Proud moments, curveballs, illnesses, celebrations, milestones. It's the best job going! I am very thankful to have such a wonderfully looney life. Never a dull moment here. And very thankful that the goobly gobs of goo are in my purse, and not on little looney's head.
We have been very busy here at LooneyBin Central. Each day brings exciting gifts, like the wet kiss that I received on my nose this morning (what a way to wake up). That kiss was followed by placement of a Spiderman sticker on my right earlobe: Look, Mommy - an earring. Exciting gifts ... like say, the sticky, globby goo that I just discovered in my purse as I reached in for my keys. This glob is unidentifiable, which in itself is cause for alarm.
See ... my son attends a school that while very clean, organized, and well-managed, is not without germs ---- lots of germs. It's just life, right? Seems like every time we arrive to collect him as well as all of his belongings (nap pad, blanket, backpack) that he insists on taking home on a daily basis and not leaving in the nicely decorated cubby that has been provided for the items - there's a new sign on the front door:
"We have a case of RSV"
"We have discovered a case of the flu"
"We have two cases of walking pneumonia"
"Please remember that it's flu and cold season" (I ask you - does this season ever end at a school or daycare????)
"No crocs allowed - shoes must be closed toe"
Being the mild germophobe that I am, it's always a little concerning for me (where are my chocolate chips at a time like this?). I have been known to seek out the Director and ask, in a very worried/don't really want to know the answer but need to find out voice, "Is it in my son's room?" Most of the time, the details of the posted sign do not pertain to his room.
Just last week, I had a lunch meeting with someone who happens to know one of my dearest friends. He told me that her child has lice. I shuttered at the thought. What a nightmare! Germs everywhere - bugs in her precious head - and even moreover ... would her classmates tease her? I was somewhat relieved to find out that half of the class has head lice, so if the other half feels compelled to tease, God bless them.
So - it should come as no surprise to you that with my luck, just such a sign would be posted at the front door of our school - and it was. Just two days later. This time, the details were in all caps:
"WE HAVE SEVERAL REPORTED CASES OF HEAD LICE AND ARE EVALUATING EACH AND EVERY ROOM TO ENSURE THAT THIS DOES NOT BECOME WIDESPREAD THROUGHOUT THE CENTER. PLEASE, DO NOT PANIC. HEAD LICE IS TREATABLE".
Treatable, yes. A pain in the wazzoo, definitely. I've heard the stories. Why can't it be stomach bug? Anything, anything but head lice. So once again, I have found myself at the front counter, asking in that trembly voice. And once again, it's not in his room. Still, I feel for the parents who will spend the next 48 hours scrubbing counters, chairs, washing linens, using those weird dougnut circle things on the heads of screaming children. Oh the joy. That would send me directly to the chocolate chip section in the store, and I would think nothing of stopping by the milk area, collecting a chocolate milk, popping it open, and marrying it with a handful of chips.
Ah, parenthood. Complete and utter bliss. It really is. It's full of mostly ups, but there are occasional downs. Proud moments, curveballs, illnesses, celebrations, milestones. It's the best job going! I am very thankful to have such a wonderfully looney life. Never a dull moment here. And very thankful that the goobly gobs of goo are in my purse, and not on little looney's head.
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