{"id":1231,"date":"2008-05-20T07:20:00","date_gmt":"2008-05-20T07:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2008\/05\/20\/happy-to-report"},"modified":"2008-05-20T07:20:00","modified_gmt":"2008-05-20T07:20:00","slug":"happy-to-report","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2008\/05\/happy-to-report\/","title":{"rendered":"Happy to report"},"content":{"rendered":"
Alright, guys.<\/p>\n
Do you remember that chickpea salad<\/a>? The one that makes such a good lunch? The one that has five ingredients and takes five seconds to make, and that tastes ten times better than you expect it to? Well, I\u2019ve just met its Italian cousin, and I can\u2019t wait to introduce you. There are no chickpeas involved, but the feeling is the same, and I think you two are going to really <\/span>hit it off.<\/p>\n I am a little late, admittedly, in jumping on the Jamie bandwagon. Until last February, when Brandon and I got the flu and spent a week on the couch, passing a box of Kleenex back and forth and watching videos on the computer, I had never seen a single one of his shows. And I didn\u2019t own any of his cookbooks until even more recently, when Brandon came home from an errand-running session with a copy of Jamie\u2019s Italy<\/span><\/a>. But that is all behind us now. I am officially on board. Anyway, I don\u2019t know how anyone could resist the ruddy charm of this book – its recipes, its down-to-earth voice, or its lush, atmospheric photographs. I am generally pretty iffy on big television personalities, but Jamie is hard to dislike. He\u2019s messy, bed-headed, and endearingly foul-mouthed, and his recipes actually work. Also, I would like to steal his seat at the table in the photograph on pages 108 and 109. I don\u2019t think he would mind. And while we\u2019re at it, I would like to be adopted by the old lady on page 268. I\u2019ll bet she makes the <\/span>best polenta.<\/p>\n I spotted this recipe shortly after we got Jamie\u2019s Italy<\/span>, but it wasn\u2019t until yesterday that I actually gave it a try. Wild mushroom season is slowly ramping up around here, and at the Sunday farmers\u2019 market, next to the morels and miner\u2019s lettuce, was a small basket of porcinis. They were thirty bucks a pound, so we only bought two of them – which, as it was, set us back a solid five dollars – but what fine specimens they were, fat and stubby, with reddish-brown caps. So we brought them home, sliced them up, and turned them into lunch.<\/p>\n<\/a>
I love matchmaking. Especially when it involves wild mushrooms and fresh mozzarella. (I also enjoy it when it involves our friends Sam and Meredith, but that\u2019s a whole <\/span>other story.) I know it\u2019s a little hard to tell what is happening in the photograph above, but basically, what you\u2019ve got there are thin slices of mushroom that have been dotted with nubbly bits of mozzarella, sprinkled with thyme and salt, drizzled with olive oil, and given a quick bronzing under the broiler. What you\u2019ve got there – plus a heel of crusty bread – is one stunning, dead-simple lunch, courtesy of Mr. Jamie Oliver.<\/p>\n