I have way more pesto than I can use on pasta, so I had my bread machine stir up some half-white-half-whole-wheat dough, and then flattened the dough to a rectangle, massaged it with olive oil, cut it in half, paved each half with pesto and walnuts, rolled it up, and cut the tubes in two-inch pieces. These I flattened with the heel of my hand so the pesto-and-walnut spiral showed, placed them in pans and let them rise (outdoors! It's plenty warm there!) and baked for 15 minutes at 375 degrees. It made 14 rolls.
Machine dough, handmade dough, okay; but frozen bread dough, although convenient, has less texture and high-fructose corn syrup in it, and it probably can't stand up to the taste of basil pesto.
"Piehole" in Midwestern means "mouth," as in "Shut your piehole." Preferably we shut it on some tasty home cooking. We love to grow, market, buy, cook, bake and grill so we can feed our faces, chow down, pig out, scarf & whatnot. I'm a born Midwestern home cook posting foods and recipes that show up in front of me, because like all Midwesterners I eat what's put in front of me. Pull up a chair. What can I get you?
Showing posts with label pesto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pesto. Show all posts
Friday, August 3, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Pesto Pizza Floating in Space
White-flour tortilla with pesto and sauteed zucchini, mushrooms, and bell peppers. All farmer's-market fresh. And of course mozzarella. Looks very rich, but it's a six-inch tortilla, just enough for pizza pleasure, minus pigout. Photo taken in my Breville toaster oven, used almost daily, and for my improvisational mini-pizzas, always. The pizza still has a few minutes left to bake.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Summer on the Counter
Fresh-picked arugula, fresh-made pesto with olive oil and a touch of lemon juice, cheese sauce, fabulous heirloom tomato. Smells as good as it looks. It will taste even better.
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