Since I have an 861 square foot house, I don't like stuff (as you know -- and neither do you). I hate knickknacks; I am a scrooge about holiday decorations (just ask my husband). When we got married, I was grumpy when people got us things that weren't on our registry. That's how I felt about the panini maker. Well, I was wrong. (I'm starting to feel like I've told this story before.)
Here is a delicious panini that my husband invented:
- Homemade bread (by yours truly)
- Fresh mozz. (this time it was from the store, but my husband makes it if I'm lucky)
- Baby spinachi (that means spinach; did I mention that I studied abroad in Italy?)
- Grey Poupon
- Garlic greens pesto that I made this spring and froze
- Portobello mushrooms sliced thin and cooked in a little oil, tamari, and lime juice until they surrender their juices
- Panini-ify and serve with cider and a jar of pickles from 2010 that you found in the back of your pantry when you were putting away the bottled water that you got in case of a hurricane (and you didn't live in your house in 2010, and you pride yourself on being organized...hm)
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| umami mushroom sensation |
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| melty and delicious |
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| bonus pickles from 2010...still sealed!...of course |
One more thing. As a fake-vegetarian, I resent it when people are like, "oh, you're a vegetarian? I'll just put a giant portobello mushroom between two slices of bread and serve it to you." No, thanks, people: you have to DO something to it. marinate it, chop it, cook it, something!
I moss you,
Tofu
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