A few weeks ago, we were leaving our friend’s apartment and she offered us a few springs of fresh oregano from her garden. Obviously, I accepted. Ever since I started my little indoor herb garden, I am convinced that there is nothing more convenient and delicious than having whatever amount of fresh herbs that you need at the ready. I never grew oregano though. I didn’t think I would use it often enough to merit it a spot on my small herb table. I was very pleased to leave with my little gift and made sure to stick the sprigs in a small cup of water in the fridge to stay fresh while I decided what to do with it. That night, I went to the store to buy the reddest tomatoes, crispest cucumbers and the best goat’s feta (which we are now completely obsessed with) that I could find. If I didn’t live with an olive hater, I would have grabbed some of those too. With all of those lovely, summery ingredients, I made a simple Greek salad. It was so good that it has become a weekly staple for us ever since, which is saying something because that rarely happens around here.
My market stall neighbours sell healthy snacks. I always think it is funny standing there as they describe their flourless, sugarless treats and I look down at my bagels, filled with (glorious) gluten, white flour and sugar. I am, however, always surprised when we share a customer, but I guess in the end, you can’t argue with tastiness whether it’s a healthy snack or more of a treat. A whole section of their snacks is various flavours of roasted chickpeas. Until they came around, I totally forgot about these little guys, which are in many ways the perfect savoury snack. I used to love making them and sprinkling them over homemade hummus. They are simple, easy to make, customizable, pretty filling, healthy and crunchy. So, last week, I made a batch of slightly spicy, salty chickpeas and threw them in a salad, which turned a simple bowl of tomatoes, lettuce and cucumber into a light, summer meal.
You know when you make something so often that you think everyone knows how to make it too? That it’s part of everyone’s repertoire? This was definitely the case with this pasta. Of course it makes no sense to think this way, but somehow, when you make something so often it feels like it is too boring to share. It is funny because I have definitely posted just as simple (and even simpler) pasta recipes up here, but thought they were more interesting because they were new to me. The other day when we were eating this for dinner, my boyfriend asked if it was up here on the blog, and I scolded myself for waiting so long to share it.
There’s something about cauliflower, artichokes and asparagus that are completely delicious to me. They make me salivate just thinking about them, and have since I was a kid. I realize now that this is kind of weird but I bet that my sisters would say the same. What does this random assortment of vegetables have in common? My mom always served them with a sauce that was basically just mayonnaise, sour cream and lemon juice mixed together. As kids, it was the best thing ever. We would practically fight over the stuff. We couldn’t get enough.