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Ripe Plum Tomato Bruschetta
Ripe Plum Tomato Bruschetta
Ingredients:
15 ripe plum tomatoes
2/3 cup extra virgin olive oil
1 cup fresh basil leaves, chopped
6 cloves garlic, minced
6 cloves garlic, slivered
1/4 cup green onions, chopped fine
1 tsp. lemon juice
Directions:
salt and fresh ground pepper to taste
Thick cut coarse bread.
Chop tomatoes and toss in bowl with garlic and green onions and basil. Add
lemon juice, salt and pepper and 1/3 cup olive oil. Satue slivered garlic in 1/3 cup olive
oil until golden brown. Discard garlic and reserve oil.
© Aliske Webb 1999. Published by Bookmice.com
The Quilt Inn Country Cookbook Aliske Webb
Toast bread and brush with garlic-flavored oil. Spoon tomato mixture over
bread, and serve.
© Aliske Webb 1999. Published by Bookmice.com
The Quilt Inn Country Cookbook Aliske Webb
What Doth Hamlet Read....
Words, Words, Words
There’s a pond beyond the barn. I suppose it was originally used for watering
cattle on the farmstead. Now it’s just a bucolic landing field for migrant ducks and
geese. It’s late Summer so the birds are gregarious and approachable, within reason.
Every evening Geoffie and I take leftover bread to the haggle of ducks at the pond. I
don’t know what the collective noun for ducks is. I know flock of geese, flock of sheep,
herd of cattle. There’s probably a proper name for ducks by the dozen. (It’s called
“dinner” in France!) In the absence of knowledge I invented a haggle of ducks. If you’ve
ever fed ducks in a park in the city, you’ll know why it’s so descriptive. After all, aren’t
collective nouns supposed to be descriptive? Shouldn’t the wordsound evoke the
picture and be a metaphor for the group consciousness or character of the species in
question?
Some are, some aren’t.
A pride of lions sounds good. It might be a little anthropomorphic but it’s a good
visual. So is a swarm of locusts (even if it does give you yukkie frissons). I don’t think
barrel of monkeys is the correct, albeit familiar, term.
I’ve never much liked litter of kittens. I prefer a tumble of kittens. That’s the
picture. How about a scurry of mice. Or a frisk of colts? It makes me see them cavort
and kick up their heels. A thundering of horses. A circus of squirrels.
Whoever thought up some of these collective nouns wasn’t using their
imagination. Why a school of fish? A platoon of minnows wheeling in mysterious and
synchronous formation would be much more appropriate. So would a hurdle of salmon,
leaping over obstacles to mate and die. Whenever I hear the term pack of wolves, I
think “six-pack” and it seems too orderly for such independent creatures. I can’t help
picture them strung together with pulltabs. Sled-dogs maybe. A pod of peas makes
some sort of vegetative sense. It implies a husk-ness. But I don’t know what a pod of
Ingredients:
15 ripe plum tomatoes
2/3 cup extra virgin olive oil
1 cup fresh basil leaves, chopped
6 cloves garlic, minced
6 cloves garlic, slivered
1/4 cup green onions, chopped fine
1 tsp. lemon juice
Directions:
salt and fresh ground pepper to taste
Thick cut coarse bread.
Chop tomatoes and toss in bowl with garlic and green onions and basil. Add
lemon juice, salt and pepper and 1/3 cup olive oil. Satue slivered garlic in 1/3 cup olive
oil until golden brown. Discard garlic and reserve oil.
© Aliske Webb 1999. Published by Bookmice.com
The Quilt Inn Country Cookbook Aliske Webb
Toast bread and brush with garlic-flavored oil. Spoon tomato mixture over
bread, and serve.
© Aliske Webb 1999. Published by Bookmice.com
The Quilt Inn Country Cookbook Aliske Webb
What Doth Hamlet Read....
Words, Words, Words
There’s a pond beyond the barn. I suppose it was originally used for watering
cattle on the farmstead. Now it’s just a bucolic landing field for migrant ducks and
geese. It’s late Summer so the birds are gregarious and approachable, within reason.
Every evening Geoffie and I take leftover bread to the haggle of ducks at the pond. I
don’t know what the collective noun for ducks is. I know flock of geese, flock of sheep,
herd of cattle. There’s probably a proper name for ducks by the dozen. (It’s called
“dinner” in France!) In the absence of knowledge I invented a haggle of ducks. If you’ve
ever fed ducks in a park in the city, you’ll know why it’s so descriptive. After all, aren’t
collective nouns supposed to be descriptive? Shouldn’t the wordsound evoke the
picture and be a metaphor for the group consciousness or character of the species in
question?
Some are, some aren’t.
A pride of lions sounds good. It might be a little anthropomorphic but it’s a good
visual. So is a swarm of locusts (even if it does give you yukkie frissons). I don’t think
barrel of monkeys is the correct, albeit familiar, term.
I’ve never much liked litter of kittens. I prefer a tumble of kittens. That’s the
picture. How about a scurry of mice. Or a frisk of colts? It makes me see them cavort
and kick up their heels. A thundering of horses. A circus of squirrels.
Whoever thought up some of these collective nouns wasn’t using their
imagination. Why a school of fish? A platoon of minnows wheeling in mysterious and
synchronous formation would be much more appropriate. So would a hurdle of salmon,
leaping over obstacles to mate and die. Whenever I hear the term pack of wolves, I
think “six-pack” and it seems too orderly for such independent creatures. I can’t help
picture them strung together with pulltabs. Sled-dogs maybe. A pod of peas makes
some sort of vegetative sense. It implies a husk-ness. But I don’t know what a pod of
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