Not quite enough left-overs for lunch so after Security Council level negotiations about the children’s choice of dishes, I opened the fridge and looked, saw and innovated. And let me share:
One small onion, a red one. Chop it in medium-to-small bits and massage it with sea salt, Turkish-style to release the essences and tone down its bite.
As many cherry tomatoes as I had in the fridge. Flashback: I had almost given up eating tomatoes in Portugal. The local preference is for tomatoes firm, tart and half-way between green and red. Not my tradition. Until the Hungarian co-mother (see previous posts) had a visit from her long-term vegetarian Hungarian scientist father who commented: the only Portuguese tomatoes worth eating are the cherry tomatoes. Voilá! I began experimenting and today I can enjoy tomatoes once again. Usually the Spanish discount market can guarantee the best quality year round. Being as its early June, however, the Portuguese, re-branded bargain-yet-with-quality grocery chain does pretty well. These were little, sweet yet tart enough that I dispensed with vinegar.
200 grams of Portuguese fresh cheese. Imagine cottage cheese solidified. This was the equivalent of 2% cheese, neither full fat nor low-fat. Chop it into half inch cubes, or as close as you can get because the cheese comes in cylindrical shapes. (alimentacao-mais-saudavel.blogspot.com)
This being Portugal and practically the eve Lisbon’s huge Santo António festival, add in half a roasted, red bell pepper, skinned. Mine was bought at the aforementioned grocery store. Better, of course, if you have grilled and preserved your own. I shall blame condo-living for buying mine. (clickgratis.com.br)
The crowning touch, the most serendipitous ingredient . . . permit me to maintain some suspense.
I had spent a good part of the last four years hankering after a good pepper grinder. I had managed to ruin my mother’s years before (so I assumed; I have the neurotic habit of accruing blame for sins for which I do not always bear responsibility) by trying to grind red pepper grounds in it. You can now buy black pepper in Portugal in a bottle with its own disposable grinder (this is new fangled; when I first came I had to content myself with previously ground pepper) but it seems so anti-ecological that I had been keeping my eye out for a good, affordable grinder. Of course, as Carolyn’s beautiful crystal implement attests to, price and grinding quality have a fairly low level of correlation.
So at Christmas, I took the girls to a fairly small shopping center and turned them loose: their first independent shopping adventure. Before the release, however, I paused to lavish esthetic appreciation on a little golden pepper grinder.
It turned up in my Christmas stocking. Thanks Kathleen!
So back to said bargain(ish)-priced slightly above quality grocery chain to search for peppercorns without the plastic disposable grinder.
Now, mind you, my Portuguese is not terribly bad. I mean I’ve spoken it longer than more than one published poet (Miguel Alain, for exampe) and my insatiable curiosity helps enrich my lexicon. But I got to the peppers and was stymied. Finally, I bought one that said “Pimenta Something or Other”. I mean it looked like Black Pepper and just ‘cause it had a fancy name after it, I figured it was just another somewhat improved form of the same.
I waved the new grinder over . . . I remember not the dish. What I do recall was . . . joy! What an aroma! Sweet and spicy, only slightly peppery. Internet dictionaries provide most of our answers (will the income eked out by translations be soon stolen by Google?): All Spice.
Wonderful! Magnificent! Few recipes have come to my awareness regarding the savory application of this cousin of the Pepper plant, but let me proffer one:
8 oz Portuguese fresh cheese, neither full fat nor low-fat
I small, red onion, chopped into small bits and massaged with sea salt
Portuguese sea salt, q.b. (Portuguese for “to taste”)
150 grams cherry tomatoes (if they are too sweet, add a dash of Red Balsamic Vinegar)
½ grilled, peeled red bell pepper
Generous amounts of fresh-ground All-spice
Preferentially, negotiate a cease-fire among warring children. Enjoy.