(Amazing, fantastic, awesome in Rachel Ray-speak)
I’m still in shock that I’m not only eating tomatoes…but craving them. And it’s all thanks to Rachel Ray. For the past couple of years, she’s done the giant two-stepping tango on my very last nerve with her weird made up names like stou-wich-paNi. “It’s like a stew, but pressed into a sandwich like a panini!” And who can forget casser-alad-‘fle (casserole, salad, soufflé)?Okay, I totally made that up, but so does she and it’s beyond ridiculous. And her new EVOO dispenser looks like it belongs on a porn set. I’m not exactly sure what it looks like, but I get the willies each time she grasps it with her chubby hand so I know it resembles something we don’t talk about at the church picnic.
Anyway, I happened to be busy during the Saturday shows so I forgot to change the channel when her horse-iggle-iffle laugh came on (horse giggle sniffle…stay with me here). I heard her say something like “if you don’t like the texture of raw tomatoes, try roasting them. They burst like little flat tires and the juice carmelizes. All that’s left is the sweet roasted tomato.”
I think she was talking to me. I backed up a few seconds, and I know I heard “Katrina, if you don’t like the texture…….” Then I got distracted by her EVOO oil…toy and had to rewind it AGAIN to get the details. (seriously, that blue thing is like a bug zapper. can’t.look.away..)
Turns out, the goofball is right. Go Rachel! I had them grilled and thought I was sailing on the venice canals.
Then I roasted them and decided to name my next goldfish Rachel. I’ll get one in orange to match her pot handles.
They are exceptionally good with arugula and leftover roasted broccoli and ‘shrooms.
I had half, Stephen finished the rest after I wiped his drool off my shoulder. Frankie thought he wanted some, but changed his mind when it didn’t taste like cat food.
The pork stir fry wasn’t the star of the show. The jalepeno cornbread was a supporting actor. I got it too hot for me, but a little butter calmed things down 😉
After such a great dinner, I’m ready to watch more infor-crap-tastic Rachel Ray shows. (informative crappy, but every once a year or so, fantastic)