I made the most wonderful dinner tonight. And the whole dinner was tomatoes. And, I am ashamed to say, I ate the whole thing! First off, I have to tell you my favorite chef is Ina Garten, of Barefoot Contessa fame. If you have never watched her on the Food Channel, you are missing out. She reminds me of, well, ME. Some people imitate Angelina Jolie (unnamed mother of 14), but I emulate Ina Garten. She has the perfect kitchen. Not too big, not too small. Her stove has double ovens, and every quality ingredient is within a few steps. She has the most exquisite garden, and only uses fresh herbs, which she grows herself. I have most of her cookbooks, but they are in storage in Minnesota. (Many of the recipes have too much fat for everyday use, but are wonderful for entertaining or special occasions.) So the other day, at the bookstore, I decided to treat myself to her latest cookbook. (After all I am cooking at home more, right?) I think it just might be her best, because all the ingredients are simple. They seem to be healthier, too
Anyway, on to tonight's dinner. It was nothing more than 12 roasted plum tomatoes (I did six) with 1/4 C olive oil, 1 1/2 Tb balsamic vinegar, 2 garlic cloves - minced, 2 t sugar, kosher salt, fresh black pepper. Cut the tomatoes in half, drizzle with the olive oil mixture, sprinkle with salt and pepper and bake @275 for two hours. Bring to room temperature. You can then put them with fresh mozzarella, fresh basil, and have a caprese salad. Orrrr do as I did and just put the tomatoes with french bread and call it good. It was just wonderful. My husband, happy to have "Every Man For Himself Night" chose a hot dog sandwich over my roasted tomatoes. His bad.
I should have taken a picture of them before they were devoured, but I had no idea they would be so good that I would want to blog about them. I am trying new recipes, building myself up to a party. Yep, I think it is time - no excuses - we are near enough to lots of friends to invite, the remodel is finished (well mostly), and it's time to chase the winter blues. I'll let you know how it goes.