I am spending a couple of days by myself down at the beach condo; despite just having been here for Christmas, it’s different to be here by myself, and it’s an opportunity I rarely have. I’d like to share the recipe for the pasta I made for dinner. In order to have the same memorable experience, it will be important to approximate the same conditions as nearly as possible.
1) Install yourself in a largely-unfamiliar kitchen, half an hour away from a grocery store, in the middle of a West Coast maelstrom, so there is really no hope of your dashing out to replace ingredients.
2) Plan for this meal at least two days in advance. Go shopping for it right after a very disturbing session with your therapist, so you aren’t able to concentrate on what you’re doing. Buy a kind of mushroom you’ve never seen before, the flavor of which will be a complete surprise. Also buy about a cup of Kalamata olives, a sprig of fresh rosemary, a handful of fresh spinach, two Roma tomatoes, and a free-range chicken breast.
3) In a medium-sized skillet, heat 1 tablespoon of fruity olive oil. Cut the chicken breast into several smaller pieces. After you put the chicken in the skillet, realize that this stove doesn’t work like your gas stove at home, and the skillet isn’t hot. Turn the heat up. The chicken will never brown properly now, but oh well. After the oil is hot, add half a chopped onion, two chopped cloves of garlic, and half a cup of coarsely-chopped Kalamata olives. Don’t forget to eat one of the olives in advance, and be sure you get the only one that still has the pit in it. Be appropriately grateful that you didn’t break a tooth.
4) Wash and trim the mushrooms. Notice that they have a strong spicy smell, rather like shiitakes. Let it cross your mind that this might not taste great with olives. Put it out of your mind, and continue on.
5) Chop the tomatoes. Add the tomatoes, mushrooms, and spinach to the skillet. Realize that you should have used the large skillet, rather than the medium skillet. Add the fresh rosemary, finely chopped. Spend several minutes desperately pushing the ingredients around in the undersized pan. Decide to cover, and let the vegetables sweat to reduce their volume.
6) Put the pasta on to cook.
7) Wait several minutes, then look at the contents of the skillet. It won’t smell very good. Add three tablespoons of 12-year balsamic vinegar, and start praying.
8 When the pasta is cooked, you’ll realize that there is no colander in the kitchen; nor is there a lid for the pot. Drain the pasta awkwardly, using a bread plate to filter out the water. Ouch, that hurts when the plate slips and the water burns your hand.
9) What do they use to disinfect the sink after a cutting board with raw meat has been in it? You won’t be able to find any kind of disinfectant kitchen cleaner. Set a teakettle full of water to boil, so you can scald the sink.
10) Poke dispiritedly at the sweaty vegetables in the skillet. Decide they need to cook a little longer, and you might as well check your e-mail while you wait.
11) Mutter imprecations directed at the slowness of the f—ing wi-fi.
12) Continue to mutter when it disconnects just as you hit “send” on a long response to a client.
13) What’s that smell? Oh God, the vegetables have gone from sweaty to dessicated. Something is burning. It’s everything in the skillet. Take it off the heat immediately. Scrape it out of the pan, and toss it with the pasta.
14) Pretend to enjoy.
January 5, 2008 at 10:07 am |
Oh David .. I’m so sorry! It does make a pretty charming story, but only because I know you’re ok!
(hint: keep a secret stash of your favorite snacks at the condo !!)
hugs, {{}}
January 5, 2008 at 12:18 pm |
I made this exactly as you said. Only I replaced the mushrooms with peas, the olive with leek and the chicken with shrimp and left out the tomatoes and the spinach. It was delicious. Thank you for the excellent recipe. It has become a family favourite and will pass on from generation to generation.
January 5, 2008 at 12:49 pm |
Oh David! I’m so sorry, but I laughed like hell, especially about the mushrooms. I dont know why, but at the moment, it seemed appropritaely funny to me. Like the Beatles song?…”Live and Let Die.”
And so your fare appeared to be. At this particular moment, I’m sure its much better to pretend than to starve! Hugs,
January 5, 2008 at 3:14 pm |
Yum. I want that. I am feeling impetuous. I’m changing my name now.
January 5, 2008 at 3:23 pm |
*grins* David! You came to the coast to enjoy the storm?
Yeah, it’s been a hell of an interesting day, hasn’t it? Hail stones for a welcome mat, thunder and lightning and don’t forget the wind.
It’s all just very Wuthering Heights.
The pizza dudes will still generally deliver, though.
January 5, 2008 at 3:55 pm |
Wooohooo! I’ve fixed my name and have a new improved icon.
I have a question for you. How do you get all the nifty things to appear at the bottom of your posts in RSS?
January 5, 2008 at 9:47 pm |
This sounds like my kitchen…everyday! I’m sorry it didn’t work out and very impressed you ate it.
January 5, 2008 at 10:30 pm |
This also sounds like my kitchen. I think you need some more salt.
January 5, 2008 at 10:59 pm |
Hmmm. See, that’s what you get for knowing how to cook. I avoid that problem quite nicely.
January 5, 2008 at 11:22 pm |
Stop stealing my recipes!
January 5, 2008 at 11:38 pm |
I want to feel bad for you, but you purposely wrote this for amusement purposes so I’m laughing instead. Hope you don’t mind.
P.S. I’m cooking a huge pot of homemade vegetable soup as we speak and I’ve no doubt it will taste better than your pasta and sweaty-charred veggies.
January 6, 2008 at 3:46 am |
Ick! Next time toss the pasta with some of the 12-year balsamic vinegar, throw the rest in the garbage and really enjoy.
January 6, 2008 at 4:03 am |
I still don’t know.
January 6, 2008 at 6:17 am |
Did you skin the tomatoes before cooking them? That might have been your problem.
January 6, 2008 at 8:51 am |
Dear ME — I have no idea how I did that, or even what you’re referring to. Scary, isn’t it?
I’m glad that you all enjoyed reading about my culinary travails. Amuirin, if I’d been smart, I would have sent out for pizza. I don’t know if they’ll deliver this far out, though … I’m halfway between Newport and Depoe Bay, not easily reached. The hail was cool. I love storms at the beach, although I don’t like being out in them. I kept hoping the power would go out, but it didn’t.
January 6, 2008 at 9:10 am |
david- yeah, they’ll deliver as far as.. to Sch.L., Abby’s or Pizza Cucina.
We’re in the same area so I know they will, though Pizza Cucina will give you attitude about it.
We usually just call ahead to Izzy’s though and get pizza there. Under the new management (Max) their pizza is pretty freakin’ good, and a very short drive.
January 6, 2008 at 9:30 am |
Even a short drive necessitates getting dressed.
(Although I suppose answering the door for a pizza delivery would also involve that.)
January 7, 2008 at 11:13 pm |
Although I don’t use recipes, I think I know exactly whereof you speak/write.
I’m sorry! But hey, at least you could enjoy it in privacy. Just think if you’d had company planned!