|The last man standing. Or leaning, in this case.|
|The small heads lacked nothing in flavor for their size|
Because the heads were small, I used a whole one, slicing each clove, not terribly thinly as I didn't want them to brown too quickly over a very low heat. I went to various containers in the yard and gathered up a couple of kinds of basil, some tarragon and some racao.
For the first meal of this (are you twigging on to something here yet?) I used olive oil to sauté the garlic and herbs. But I ran out of olive oil and this time I used butter. Because butter is truth and life and the way. And it works. Which is better than using olive oil and THEN adding butter. That happened too.
I always put some sort of oil in the pasta water (and salt, don't forget salt), USUALLY olive oil but unless you have the attention span of an MJ, you will recall...no olive oil. I did have sesame oil and a couple drops would enhance without overpowering. At least, that was my thinking. Luckily, it proved correct.
Slow and low cooking here, smallest ring of fire on the lowest setting.
The water was boiling, in goes the pasta. One reason I really like angel hair pasta is that it cooks really fast. It's kind of amazing to me how much longer thin spaghetti takes. Some day I'll experiment with freshly made pasta and see if works the same.
The garlic was soft, the herbs had released their fragrance, the butter bonded. I was in an olfactory swoon.
I'd splurged on some shrimp awhile back and remembered to get it out of the freezer in time to toss it in the very last couple of minutes pasta cooking time. It stopped the rolling boil for a moment but it didn't matter, I just needed it to cook through, not turn into shoe leather.
And there it was. Garlicky, shrimp-ish, herbal, buttery, delicately salty. Way too much for just one lunch. There would be enough for seconds in the evening. Of course there would.
Not. I've done this six times now, due to my, as has said before, somewhat odd and obsessional eating habits. That's every day this week. The garlic is gone. The shrimp is gone. I need five pounds to be gone. But oh!!! I enjoyed gaining every one of them.
Thanks, Patty, for the garlic! I'm blaming everything on you, with love.
Have a find your food fanaticism with fondness Friday. Do something feasty.