Well, okay, I did have a little pre-brunch snack when Mister brought me a doughnut from his early morning (9am on a Sunday is early) venture out to get an egg sandwich and gatorade. I ate my Christmas doughnut (red and green sprinkles on chocolate frosting!) with my coffee, then got ready for my brunch date.
Lovely Lady and I each got the Tofu Benedict at Mi-Lah Vegetarian. It's exactly what I got last time, which I really tried not to do - after all, it's not every day I eat somewhere where nothing is off limits. I contemplated the beer-battered seitan on Belgian waffles, as well as a couple of other options, but really, I couldn't escape my desire for that big pile of kale on the right as well as the sweet potato homefries on the left. Plus, the english muffin is awesome and the hollandaise sauce is bizarre enough that I was trying to figure out what made it taste like that.
I ate everything on that plate.
|do you know what this is?|
|it's a close up of this!|
|Christmas/Winter Scene set up in the Bellevue|
Besides, I had some chard taking up space in my packed fridge, so I felt the need to use it, which left me two options: a super spicy dish or a dish I thought might go better with my poor Mister's misbehaving belly. So, tonight's dinner was Farfalle with Shallots and Chard.
|I took a picture of the shallots saute-ing because it's never happened before and I didn't know if it would ever happen again|
Between onions and shallots, I'll take shallots any day of the week, but that doesn't mean I'm completely comfortable with them. This recipe involved more shallots than I've ever used in a recipe before and in a much less minced way. In other words, there was no way I would be able to avoid actually tasting one.
Here are the shallots welcoming the chard into their little party. While all this sauteing was occurring, Mister's curiosity replaced his nausea and he came into the kitchen, sniffing at the air like a bloodhound and walked directly over to the pot.
"What IS it?"
"It smells good. I want to make them eated."
Considering the man was actually externally ill a few hours before, this was promising. Fortunately, by the time his hunger kicked in and he made his way into the kitchen, I was only about ten minutes away from putting dinner on the table.
It tasted as delightful as it looks. Due to the length of time the shallots sauteed in the olive oil before I added the chard, the olive oil took on an amazingly buttery taste. I kept psyching myself out with the shallots because they looked so much like onions. Every time I took a bite, I thought to myself, "Oh, no, this is going to be the time I taste them!" And I did...they were a little bit sweet and ever-so-slightly crunchy; they weren't crunchy the way fried things are, but rather like raw jicama, with a similar taste. Despite my initial reticence, I found myself seeking them out in the bowl to pile on top of the chard and pasta to be shoveled into my mouth.
The shallots did saute with red pepper flakes, but not that many, which was why the heat of the dish surprised me. Mister, who was having stomach issues, said I had a sissy mouth and that he was fine, so I'm pretty sure it was just my surprise that intensified the heat. Like heat usually does, it enhanced the other qualities of this recipe. We will definitely have this again...when the cookbook I tested it for comes out...