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Mediterranean vegetable linguine

mediterranean vegetable linguine

mediterranean vegetable linguine

On summer weekend evenings it’s good to revisit your old friends. Some of your favourite ones you haven’t  seen for a while, but you are always happy to see them again.

Like ‘Moonstruck’.

I find this film magical.

The main character Loretta (played really well by Cher) is an accountant and a widow living with her family in Brooklyn, New York. She’s dating an older guy who proposes to her. The plan is that before they get married, he’s going to go to Sicily to see his dying mother. He also insists she should see his estranged brother and invite him to the wedding.

From there nothing goes according to the plan.

The film is about love, family, mistakes, but it’s somehow magical and tender. Norman Jewison had only about two weeks to shot it as actors were involved in different projects, and he made a marvelous job. Sometimes all the elements come together and let you come up with a gem. This is a film I have seen few times and I always come back to see it again, because the balance between funny and serious is just perfectly leveled.

So when the moon is big and beautiful, let yourself be struck with it. It’s the time when people go crazy after all…




Mediterranean Vegetable Linguine:

linguine pasta

2 cloves garlic

3 tbsp olive oil

1/3 tsp chilli flakes

red pepper

1 courgette

1 cup shredded kale

200g spinach

1/2 cup black olives

2 cans chopped tomatoes

fresh basil

dried oregano



1. Cook water with pinch of salt for linguine.

2. Heat olive oil in a pan. Add chopped garlic and chilli flakes, cook for 2-4 minutes. Add pepper. Cook for 5 minutes until soft.

3. Add sliced courgette and tomatoes. Let it simmer until the vegetables are soft. Cook pasta.

4. Add kale and spinach to tomato sauce. Stir, add dried oregano, salt and pepper. When spinach and kale wilts, add olives and fresh basil. Drain pasta and mix with the sauce. You can add pine nuts and parmesan if you want. Buon Appetito!

mediterranean vegetable linguine

mediterranean vegetable linguine



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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