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Continuing with the salad, I have got another favorite: panzanella. It’s an Italian type of salad, which takes its name from bread. The reason is simple – it’s made with bread.

To make it you will need stale bread; my personal choice is ciabatta. It’s fine just as it is, but you can fry little chunks in olive oil or roast it in the oven till its golden brown. Apart from bread you need vegetables. Any you fancy, but tomatoes are essential.




1 small ciabatta cut into cubes

3-4 tomatoes

1/3 cucumber

1 yellow pepper

1/2 cup olives

1/4 cup capers

fresh basil

4 tbsp olive oil

2 tbsp lemon

1 tsp balsamic vinegar

salt and pepper

1. Cut everything into chunks. You can add garlic or onion or any vegetable you have. Mix everything. Prepare dressing by mixing olive oil, lemon juice and balsamic vinegar. You can replace the vinegar with wine if you prefer. Add salt and pepper.

2. Add fresh basil to the salad, mix with the dressing. Let the bread soak all the juices before you serve.

Now, to serve it with, I’m going to recommend a film you’ve probably never heard of. If you have, you might think I’m crazy, but in my opinion, it’s going to work.

The film is called ‘Ugly, Dirty and Bad’. I can’t even tell you what it’s about, the title says it all. If you are tired of watching films about polished families and well behaving children, it’s a film for you. My favorite scene is when the wife is trying to poison her husband with the little help of the family members…so inspiring…

I don’t want to spoil it, so just watch it with panzanella and enjoy it. You won’t regret it.

Ugly, Dirty and Bad

Ugly, Dirty and Bad


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…

2 responses »

  1. Omg, that looks delish! Keep blogging 🙂 Loving the food, will try it out some time 🙂


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