Thursday, 16 August 2007

Roasted Tomatoes with Rosemary (egg-free, dairy-free, gluten-free)

The morning after The Morning After is a great day. You awake to a clear head and a huge surge of relief. The sky looks bluer, the grass a shade greener, and the world is for living in, not enduring.

Such was my experience last Sunday morning. My dear best friend had arrived on Friday night, not – as I had foolishly believed – to spend a quiet weekend in the country, but apparently with the sole intention of drinking me under the table. How your friends can turn on you.
Saturday was spent in a foggy blur, with us grunting at each other, and my clear-headed husband occasionally reminding us of something we had said or done the night before. A brisk walk around the fields did not revive us much, and we only managed two hairy dog glasses of red in the evening.

But on Sunday, I was ready to live again. My dear children dragged me out of bed later than usual, and as they slumped in front of the telly, I amused myself in the kitchen. I first set to work on some pancakes. I posted a recipe for pancakes in March, but the photo really wasn’t up to scratch. So I killed a few birds with one pancake mix, took a better photo, and also tweaked the recipe and made it better. Do feel free to take a look.

As I doled out pancakes to my children, everyone was satisfied. My son in particular, was a very happy bunny. He cantered around the kitchen in his boxers, his skinny body in sticky maple syrup rapture,
‘The next one is for me! I LOVE maple syrup!’
It was through the fragrant pancake and coffee fug that I happened to notice the time. With breakfast still in full swing, the time was coming up to about 1130. My house guest appeared, ate her pancakes, and I took a snap decision. This was no longer breakfast, it was rolling brunch.

I forged on, still clad in my pyjamas, and as everyone dispersed for a while, I clattered about the kitchen preparing the next course. As long as the children are calm, happy and – crucially – elsewhere, I do find myself very content to be pottering in the kitchen. I peeled, and cracked and thought, grated and plucked and bustled. I sipped some strong black coffee and when the roasties went into the oven, I finally took a shower, emerging just in time to baste the potatoes. It was a slickly executed shower-and-baste manoeuvre.

We sat down to a rather late brunch, but everyone ate, drank and was happy. Highlight of the Brunch – to my mind – was my roasted tomatoes with rosemary, garlic and mushrooms. I think Rosemary could become my new best friend; at least she won’t give me a hangover.
Rosemary's Roasted Tomatoes
I don't often roast whole garlic, but thought I would give it a try. It has a lovely nutty texture, a bit like roasted chestnuts. It is a shame that garlic gives you dragon breath, but don't let that stop you making this.
T0 serve 3 grown-ups:
20 small vine tomatoes
16-20 button mushrooms
A head of garlic
A good bunch of fresh rosemary
Olive Oil
Salt and pepper to taste
  • Heat oven to 190 degrees C
  • Wash the tomatoes and wipe the mushrooms
  • Peel the garlic head, you want 8-10 cloves (or more depending on taste)
  • Arrange the tomatoes and mushrooms prettily in a small roasting tin. I attempted a repeating pattern, but it didn't really work
  • Slot the garlic in randomly amongst the toms and mush and scatter fresh rosemary over the top
  • Drizzle well with olive oil, and cover the tin with tin foil (to stop burning)
  • Place in the centre of the oven for about 15 minutes. After 10 mins inhale the smell of Rosemary, gorgeous
  • Check after 15-20 mins, if it seems almost cooked (mushrooms giving off juice, tomatoes soft with wrinkly skins), remove the foil and cook for a further 10 minutes to brown everything off. Keep checking, you don't want it to burn
  • Remove from oven, sprinkle more rosemary over the top and add salt and black pepper if you wish
  • You can reserve some of the cooking juice to use as a 'dressing', it goes well on roast potatoes too
  • Serve to clear-headed friends
© Pig in the Kitchen 2007

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Frog in the Field said...

Dear Pig, you managed well to have Hairy Dog wine.
I drank so much red wine one night at a local restaurant (Walnut Tree during the Franco days) and also ate mussels truffles and had brandy to finish, that I felt a spot ill the next day.
I have since told my husband that no matter how much I protest, he must always insist I drive home, so that it will never happen again.
It's actually a good plan, I never want to feel that ill again.

Marianne said...

You have my at your feet, metaphorically speaking, PITK. This sounds divine and should go beautifully with the wild boar and apple sausages I bought from the farmer's market this morning. Sorry, I know you don't indulge, and hope you don't mind me mentioning it.

Potty Mummy said...

Dear Pig,
I just hate it when my husband (on the rare occassions he is not in a worse state than me) smugly reminds me of transgressions from the night before. Phrases like 'falling out of your knickers' and 'I hope you're planning on replacing that expensive wine you and your friends drank last night when the other stuff ran out' have sometimes been heard in our house.
Not really what you need to hear when there is a base drum banging in the back of your head, I agree...
The only way out? Eat your way through the misery... But I think you already know that, based on your yummy recipes.

Stay at home dad said...

Ooh that looks good. People say roasted garlic doesn't give you bad breath, but I'm yet to be convinced. I do love it though ...

mutterings and meanderings said...

Oh yum. That does indeed look fab Pig.

rilly super said...

ahhh, entertaining guests whilst eating pancakes in your underwear, there is so much more seperating england and france than the dover straight pig...

Akelamalu said...

Dear Pig I have been in the same boat on occasions too numerous to mention and every time I say 'never again'. Do I listen to myself, do I heck!

Pig in the Kitchen said...

fitf, a cautionary tale, thank-you. I thought of you last night as i persuaded my husband he should drive home. I was very measured tho, a mere 3 units of alcohol.

Marianne, you come to my blog, you make lovely comments, you say you are going to make my food....why would i mind you mentioning meat?!

Potty Mummy, ah yes, smug husbands, they are never good. I like the phrase 'falling out of your knickers' tho, it sounds like you have more fun than me when you're drunk. Eating your way out is the only way I agree. It's a lose-lose situation isn't it? You drink too much, you eat too much...

SAHD, i'm basing my dragon breath theory on a friend who once ate six cloves of roasted garlic, then had the bad manners to sit next to me in a toddler's music group the next (Monday) morning.

M&M, merci

Rilly, I know! I am doing my best to fit in with the locals (are you?), apparently it's what you do in the french countryside.

Akelamalu, sigh, me too. If only we could bottle the hungover feeling and then sniff it before going out on a sess...


lady macleod said...

In spite of the hairy day preceeding you were up to your usual culinary standards. I love these phases:
"sticky maple syrup rapture", and "shower-and-baste manoeuvre". Brilliant that. Now I'm hungry..

Pig in the Kitchen said...

Lady M, bless you! If you're hungry, I know a rather good pancake recipe...;-)

elizabethm said...

another great blog and great recipe. know all about slightly weary husband when he has been sober (funny really, he is great company when he is drunk). i just loved the image of your skinny son high on the joys of maple syrup. lovely.

Brom said...

MMMM. Thats' my sort of recipie.

We had friends over from Germany a few weeks ago. My head was clear enough next day to do a 'full English' with all the trimmings - shame some of them were not up to it!!

More for us! :-)

@themill said...

Nothing worse than a sanctimonious husband! This sounds delicious, I'm going to try it tonight. Have you thought of putting all these into a book? Or have I missed that blog?!

Pig in the Kitchen said...

elizabethm, thank-you for your visit, usually my husband is in a similar state so it's not often a problem. My boy does love his maple syrup!

Brom, ahhhh, a man that cooks breakfast...

@themill, bless you love for trying the recipe, hope it lived up to expectations. Would love to put these into a book, I just have to find a publisher that would also love to put them into a book!

Amanda at Little Foodies said...

Aha, we return and I feel your pain. Having drunk a little too much on a couple of occassions early on into our travels. Before my cousins wedding I spent a couple of days in my pyjamas. I'd be getting stuck in with all the preparations that it seemed silly to stop and get ready. So now my nickname is Hugh, as in Hugh Heffner, apparently he spends the day in his pjs, cotton for the day and silk for the evening. I didn't change into silks for the evening I just changed into my day clothes...

Steve B said...

Hello Pig

Fran told me to look at your blog which I have done and am as impressed as I was with your calvados apple tart when we visited. You should be followed by thousands I feel. I read about your baby boy and him starting school and suddenly was right back there in reception kicking and punching unable to control my testosterone. I'll not try to kid you that I am all better now as I know you know I too am a pig at times but hey don't worry for L as he will be just fine. He will battle and fight and achieve life one way or another. Maybe he won't work 60 hour weeks and travel thousands of miles but maybe he will and maybe thats how nature made us fellas, hunter gatherers you know! (I am still at work now after a very long week myself but would I have it any other way...?)

Keep blogging flower cos you do it very well indeed