Happy July to everyone!
Rolling on with the InterCourses cookbook. This book made me think of something really funny/not so funny that happened when I was 8 or so.
The back story here is that I've always been a voracious reader. Stacks of books checked out from the library, halfway through one before we got home from the library -- I was that kid.
My mom, for her part, never told me that there were books I "couldn't" read. It's such a foreign concept to me when people say, "Yeah, I wasn't allowed to read that series when I was a kid."
What? Why? I don't get it. I turned out OK, and was allowed to read "adult" books when I was a kid. I digress.
Anyway, there was one tiny amendment to that rule when I was roughly in second grade.
Back then (and even now, actually), I liked to read cookbooks. So when I left the library one day with a cookbook with a heart on the cover, I thought, "Oh, how nice. Food and love!" (Or something. I don't actually remember my thought process here.)
What I do remember is sitting in the car, heading home, reading my cookbook with the pretty heart on it. At a stoplight, Mom glanced over and said, "What...are you reading?"
I held up the book. It was this one:
It should be noted here that despite being allowed to read whatever I wanted (until this particular day), I had no idea what foreplay was. And somehow, after this incident, I still didn't know what it was for many years afterward.
Mom blinked. One of those slow blinks, you know the ones. And she said, "You...shouldn't be reading that. That's a little old for you."
I guess the fact that I didn't argue the fact is why she wasn't forced to explain why it was so bad. (Well, "bad.") She just tossed the book in the backseat, and, presumably, returned it to the library soon after. To this day, I wonder what the lady at the desk at the library thought, having this kid check this book out.
I'm turning 30 this year, and at the time this happened, my mother was about 35. I'm getting to the ages now where I look back at how old my parents were when stuff happened, and I can't even imagine. I just can't.
So on to the food!
These little appetizers are super tasty.
Yet again, I asked Dennis, "Was it sexy food?" and his response was, "I don't know. All I could think about was how much each bite probably cost."
(Prosciutto is weirdly expensive, you guys! But this is a really tasty recipe.)
Sexiness on a scale of 1 to 10: 6 (You have to eat it with your hands!)
Makes enough for 2, roughly
1/4 cup olive oil, plus some for sauteing
1 Tbsp. red wine vinegar
1/2 tsp. Dijon mustard
1 garlic clove, crushed
1 Tbsp. minced chives
Salt and pepper to taste
3 thin slices prosciutto, cut in half
3 Tbsp. cream cheese, divided
18 stalks asparagus
(NOTE: Yes, I realized I took this picture without the Stupidly Expensive Prosciutto™. When I realized that, I wasn't pleased. But here you go:
Saute the asparagus in some olive oil over medium high heat for a very short period of time. Literally like 2 minutes. Remove from pan and set aside.
Combine the olive oil, vinegar, mustard, and garlic in a bowl and whisk together well. Stir in the chives, salt, and pepper.
Spread each piece of prosciutto with 1/2 Tbsp. of the cream cheese.
Roll 3 stalks of asparagus in each half of the prosciutto.
Top with vinaigrette, and serve at room temperature.
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