Quick and Easy Sun Dried Tomato Pesto Pasta

The basil I planted early this spring has been growing like a weed, so I seriously cut it back today and make some pesto cream pasta.  I am too lazy and poor to make a special trip to the grocery store, so I just used what we had on hand and it turned out pretty well.  The only change I plan on making next time is using heavy cream instead of milk if I have it.  I tend to think that no matter what the dish is, heavy cream will probably make it taste better.  I really like the combination of sun dried tomatoes and basil, and I like that pecans are subtle enough not to compete with those two stronger flavors.

i think I have a knack for cooking food that tastes better than it looks

To make this, you’ll need:

  • 1 C fresh basil
  • 3 cloves garlic
  • 1/4 C sun dried tomatoes
  • 1/4 c pecans (you can probably also use pine nuts, almonds, or walnuts with equal success)
  • 1/4 C fresh grated parmesan cheese
  • a few T olive oil
  • 1 T butter
  • 1 t minced garlic
  • 1/4 C flour
  • 2 C milk
  • salt and pepper to taste
  • pasta of your choice (we like spiral and bowtie noodles a lot)

Put a big pot of water on to boil.  While that’s heating up, combine the first half of the ingredients (basil through olive oil) in a food processor and blend together until they form a thick paste.  Set aside.

Melt the butter in a saucepan and sauté the garlic for about a minute.  Add the flour and turn the heat down to low, constantly stirring.  Once the flour has browned a bit pour in the milk and whisk well.  The water should have begun to boil by this point, so pour in the noodles and let them cook as you continue to stir the sauce periodically so it doesn’t stick.  Once the sauce has thickened up to your liking, add the pesto mixture to taste (I added it all because we like ours strong) and stir until well blended.  Remove from heat, pour over drained al dente pasta, and serve.

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Apple Brown Bessie

The best and worst thing about being home is that I’m surrounded by good food all the time.  For example, today for lunch I had a wonderful salad with lots of spinach, baby greens, cherry tomatoes, and a sprinkling of almonds and goat cheese.  I was feeling really proud of myself until my Nana walked in the back door with something hot, cinnamon-y, and wrapped in foil.  It smelled so good, I knew I was going to eat way too much of it before I even tasted it.  My grandmother calls this an apple cobbler.  She got the recipe from Granny, who called it an apple pie.  I’ve dubbed it Apple Brown Bessie, because my grandmother’s name is Bessie and it reminds me of Peggy Hill’s famous Apple Brown Peggy.

My hands are big, but not that big.

The apples, naturally, are small and green and knotty and came from Granny’s apple tree.  She gave my parents one of that tree’s babies, and it’s growing quite nicely in their backyard.

What she lacks in the looks department she makes up for in personality and pizazz.

To make this, you’ll need:

  • 1 C sugar
  • 1 C self-rising flour
  • 1 C milk
  • 1 stick butter
  • 2 and 1/2 C cooked, diced green apples
  • 2 t cinnamon
  • 1 t vanilla

Preheat oven to 350.  Melt the butter in the baking dish.  Mix the vanilla and apples and pour into baking dish.  Mix the sugar, flour, cinnamon, and milk to form a dough.  Spread dough mixture on top of apples.  Bake for 35 to 45 minutes, until top is golden.

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Miscellany

this is my backyard

I was taking pictures for an something entirely unrelated the day before yesterday, and I turned around and was smacked in the face by this view.  I’ve been meaning to take a picture for you guys, and it seemed like an appropriate time.  Having lived so close to people for the past couple of years, I’d forgotten how nice it is to be out in the country.

On a completely unrelated note, my sister Erika posted this picture of Dawn and me, and she even called me fashionable!  Thanks, Erika!

Also unrelated: I went to a Toy Story 3 matinee yesterday afternoon and cried like a baby.  Such a beautiful movie!  It made me want to get out my Cabbage Patch dolls and hug them and dress them up and braid their hair.

fresh cherry tomatoes

Yet another unrelated thing:  I visited Granny the day before yesterday and she told me to help myself to her cherry tomatoes, which she referred to as “tommy toes.”  Apparently, someone gave the plants to her and she planted them for the hell of it, but no one over there actually eats them.  The cherry tomatoes that I planted didn’t do well at all, so I’m glad that I still have some to eat on salads.  These are divine on spinach with goat cheese, garlic croutons, and homemade italian dressing.

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Mystery Solved: Bryophyllum crenatodaigremontianum!

So, I was slightly wrong in my previous post about this mystery plant.  My Nana pointed out that Granny actually referred to this as a teardrop plant (and not a tear plant), and upon googling teardrop plant I quickly found the information I was looking for.

this looks just like my teardrop plant to me

In my online research I’ve also seen it called mother of millions (or thousands), Mexican hat plant, and chandelier plant.  The forums at gardenweb.com were especially helpful in pinpointing the exact plant that I have.  They directed me to bryophyllum.com (which has some very informative pictures!), where I learned that my plant is called bryophyllum crenatodaigremontianum.  It’s a cross between b.crenatum and b.daigremontianum.   I’ve discovered that the mother of millions (the name I prefer, naturally) is a particularly invasive succulent that’s been known to grow on almost any available surface (including bare bricks and pine straw).  Many people consider this plant a weed, and it should be kept out of reach of pets as it’s leaves and especially its flowers are toxic when eaten.  Apparently, this plant won’t think twice about choking out another plant it happens to share soil with.  Because of this, it’s wise to keep these away from other plants altogether.  The rosettes on the leaves are indeed the baby plants, and they can fall into neighboring pots and take them over if you aren’t careful.  Therefore, total isolation is recommended for the mother of millions.  A windowsill by itself or a big pot on the porch both seem like good places to me.  I have yet to see them, but according to both Granny and the internet the mother of millions produces pretty lavender flowers.

(photo: bryophyllum.com)

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The Laziest Cats in the World

Yesterday was not a good day. The night before last I went to bed nervous, and the when I woke up yesterday morning that nervousness had almost turned into panic.  I spent a large part of the morning chewing my fingernails and trying to distract myself with HGTV. Chowder and Maxine, however, were entirely unaffected.

the biggest feet in town

the biggest belly in town

Needless to say, this home buying thing has stopped being fun.  We thought we’d found the perfect house for the third time, and yet again it didn’t work out. I spent a large portion of yesterday sulking, eating fake hot dogs with a lot of Wickles relish (so fly, but that’s a post for another time), and watching David Bromstead’s Color Splash in my pajamas.  Yeah, I know, that’s a pretty lame thing to do.

But I’m feeling better today.  I have a few new beauty recipes I want to try out, and there are some baby tomatoes on my tomato plant (pictures coming soon), and we’ve put another offer on another house.  Still, we’d really appreciate it if you’d cross your fingers, send us some good vibes, or say a little prayer in our favor.

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