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pasta with a greek twist

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pasta with a greek twist

In one of my favourite tv shows one of the characters, who’s a musician, starts working in a restaurant and he says that working in a restaurant is like having a back stage pass – you have access everywhere.

Well, it’s not only that when it comes to food. Cooking is the most rock and roll thing ever. And so sexy too, take the aubergines for example…shiny, smooth, tasty. You can turn a simple thing into something amazing…

 

Pasta with a Greek twist

 

Pasta linguine

2 spoons of olive oil

black olives

few mushrooms

2 courgettes

red pepper

tin of chopped tomatoes

fresh basil

salt and pepper

feta cheese

 

1. Boil water with a pinch of salt. At the same time heat olive oil in a 2nd pot.

2. Wash red pepper, de-seed it and chop. Add to a pot with olive oil, cover and simmer.

3. Add mushrooms. Wash courgettes and chop them into small squares.

4. Add to a pot with pepper, cover.

5. When the water in the first pot is boiling add linguine. Stir.

6. Add chopped tomatoes to pepper and courgettes.

7. Cook pasta till tender and stir vegetables until pepper and courgettes are soft, and tomato sauce thickens.

8. Add 4 tablespoons of black olives (more or less, it depends if you love olives)

9. Add salt and pepper and chopped basil to the sauce.

10. Drain pasta.

11. Arrange pasta on pre-warmed plates, add sauce, crumble some feta cheese on top.

12. Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

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About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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