Seriously, stop the presses.
A miracle occurred tonight (!!!) ~ and in the face of my blatantly not forwarding a chain email that guaranteed me terrible misfortunes if I didn’t share with 10 of my closest friends to boot! Whoo hoo!
So here’s the thing. When cooking for uno (which I’ve been doing for the past few weeks), a person can accumulate a lot of material for repeat meals. I mean, let’s be honest. You can’t buy half a loaf of bread. And for someone who doesn’t eat a lot of bread (add it to my list of ‘weird food quirks’) a whole loaf can be daunting. And usually ends up in the garbage, half-finished, and growing a lovely variation of mold.
Last week I had a down week. Every day felt like a huge struggle ~ always climbing up a hill, with the wind blowing full force in my face (it’s that story your parents tell you as a child … you know, how they walked to school up hill, both ways, with no shoes, in four feet of snow … blah blah bleh!). So to combat that, I had people over or went out every night of the week. It turned out to be a good week (other than work, which is a learning experience every day, but an exciting one).
I made a much better version of the South African Green Curry. It was a doozy. I finished it for lunch today, and was bummed out!
I made Plum, Pesto & Fontina panini sandwiches. Twice, if I’m confessing my sins. I tend to be that person who falls in love with something and then drowns in it. Nothing was quite as satisfying as last night’s re-indulgence of that succulently decadent sammie. (Yeah, I call them sammies. I like it. So there.)
But I couldn’t quite justify making the sandwich again tonight. I mean, I wanted to, but I had all these garden fresh tomatoes speaking to me from my produce bowl on my kitchen table. A girl can’t waste perfectly perfect garden fresh tomatoes.
An an heirloom? That’s a sin. For real. There’s otherworldly judgement for that, I’m sure.
But the sandwich press was still out, and speaking to me (perhaps it’s all my time alone?). I thought to myself, why not just use up all the little dribs and drabs and scraps and make a Monday sammie.
Oh Monday sammie. You are a goddess.
Here’s what I used~
2 slices of sun-dried tomato bread, buttered on the outside
Homemade pesto, a la Iowa Girl Eats, spread on the inside of bread
Medium heirloom tomato, thickly sliced (About 4 slices)
Fresh mozzarella, sliced ( I used 5 slices; 3 for the sandwich, 2 for the Caprese)
Asiago cheese, sliced ( I used 3 nearly shaved slices)
Salt & Pepper
What I did ~
I layered the tomato on top of the pesto, and the mozzarella on top of that, and then the asiago shavings on top of that. Then I ground some salt & pepper, and put the whole shebang together, and on the sandwich press.
With the extra tomato & mozzarella, I assembled a Caprese side salad, with a wee drizzle of EVOO and a sprinkle of S & P.
I cooked the sandwich until it started to sizzle. Then I got myself all set up with knife & fork & napkin & vino (obv!). And then I took a bite.
And my world stood still.
And I tweeted about it, because everyone (well, y’know the people who follow me) needed to know.
I sent John a message taunting him with the deliciousness he is missing while he is a away.
All I’m saying is, this thing was magical.
I’m definitely making my Monday Sammie again!
** PS. I took so many pictures, but I’m using my old camera, because the man took the good one with him on his business trip ~ I’m trying my darnedest to get some decent images! Most of them come out blurry, and not focused on the close up shots. Super disappointing … but at least the insanity of the sammie made up for it!