Pasta night tonight. We deployed the new Kenwood attachment. It did not go smoothly – I made the dough too wet, but we did eventually extrude some pappardelle. Mr L made a roasted pepper sauce with prawns and I fashioned a Focaccia and a salad.
We used to frequent a pizzeria in Leeds, Da Mario’s, where they would serve up chunks of tomato-topped warm bread to gnaw on whilst we were waiting. Mr L remembers this bread with fondness and asked me if I could provide something similar. I declared that I could probably do better. As I recall, the Da Mario’s version was simply topped with canned plum tomatoes, mashed up. I added seasoning, garlic and herbs to a drained can of crushed tomatoes. The bread itself, I made with onion bread flour from Wessex Mill.
I baked the bread until almost done, then topped off with the tomato mix and popped it back in the oven for five minutes.
With a bottle of Chenin Blanc to wash it down, it was all very good. The bread was yummy and I wish that I had found room for more than a small piece. There was ¾ left when we were done.
The dogs thought that they were in with a chance. Mr L looked Nell straight in the eye and told her that it was not for doggies, it was Focaccia. Whereupon, Nell began to bark and become agitated. It took us a while – then we realised, this is her standard response on hearing the word “cat”. Go on, try it, you’ll see why she was addled. For Cat Chia!
Freezing the leftover bread would not appear to be an option and i was wondering what to do with it so as to avoid waste. we have decided to have it for breakfast, split and filled with sausage and egg. That should stoke up up for our planned day of rubbish removal!
And, speaking of Chia, I shall be asking a few questions shortly.