I’m not a food blogger. For the record.

But, damn. My culinary co-conspirator came over last week to help make & devour some roasted vegetables. We sliced portabellos, red peppers, leeks, and eggplant, tossed them with olive oil and kosher salt, and roasted them in the oven until they were cruncy.

Well, except for the eggplant, which turned into goo. Noted. NO more roasted gooey eggplant.

Served with Spanish rice and a yummy Malbec, with some rosemary-garlic foccacia dipped in–you guessed it–roasted garlic & olive oil.

Because, really, can you ever have too much garlic? Dear friends recently were wondering what to get me for my birthday. So they got me a wooden garlic pestle and bowl. I put garlic in every damn thing I can.

Oh, and I have pictures of our meal. Here’s a teaser. Go to my flickr account for more, including one of my friend. Who is single. And cooks. And loves children. A mere 30 years young, tall, sweet, smart, employed. Someone please take him and make beautiful babies with him!

Trackback Post