Are you looking for a new way to brighten up your morning? This recipe will do just that. Turkish Eggs are eggs that are poached and served with garlicky yogurt and topped with warm oil or butter infused with paprika. Use your favorite paprika in this – sweet, smoked or hot for extra special flavor. Savor the last of it with some warm flatbread or pita if you like.
makes 1 serving
- 1 small clove of garlic, minced
- 1/3 cup yogurt
- 1 teaspoon white vinegar
- 1 egg
- 1 tbsp olive oil or butter, or combination of both
- 1/2 tsp paprika
- fresh mint or parsley, torn for garnish
- salt and freshly ground pepper
- In a small bowl, mix yogurt with minced garlic. Season with salt then set aside.
- Fill a small saucepan with water and bring to a boil. Turn heat down to bring to a simmer, and add vinegar. Crack egg into a small bowl, stir simmering water in circles until swirling, then gently pour egg into the pan in the same direction as the water is moving. Keep water at a gentle simmer and cook egg for 3-4 minutes for soft yolk and 5-6 for firm yolk. Remove egg with a slotted spoon and drain on a paper towel.
- Pour water out of the saucepan and wipe dry. Return to heat and add oil/butter. When warm, add paprika and stir for about a minute. Remove pan from heat.
- Spread garlic yogurt on a plate and top with poached egg. Drizzle paprika oil/butter over egg. Sprinkle with mint or parsley, and season with salt and pepper.
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Need a plan for that bounty of squash you may have received from your CSA basket/farmers market/generous neighbor? I did, when I was given my basket from Big Moon Farm, the CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) farm that I’m a member of. This sunshine-y Squash Pie is the perfect plan, and you can use any type of summer squash you have in abundance like yellow squash, zucchini, patty pan or a mixture.
This pie is something between a crust-less quiche and a frittata, and is baked in the oven. It’s open to many variations of not just the squash, but also the herbs and cheese depending on what you have on hand. Make sure to completely drain the squash so the pie doesn’t become runny.
Now, embrace that bag of squash and savor the summer.
makes 6-8 servings
- 2 teaspoons olive oil
- 1 pound (about 2 or 3) yellow squash, cut into 1/2-inch pieces
- 2 green onions, thinly sliced
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground pepper
- 2 tablespoons fresh basil, finely chopped
- 2 tablespoons fresh flat-leaf parsley, finely chopped
- 4 large eggs, lightly beaten
- 1 tomato, thinly sliced
- 1 ounce feta cheese, crumbled
- Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
- Heat the olive oil in a large skillet set over medium heat. Add the squash, green onions, garlic, oregano, salt, and pepper. Cook, stirring frequently, until squash has softened and is beginning to brown, about 5 minutes. Remove from heat and transfer to a bowl to cool.
- Drain the cooled squash in a colander, pressing gently to remove extra liquid. Return to the bowl.
- Add the basil, parsley, and eggs to the squash, stir to combine. Pour into a round, deep baking dish. Cover with the tomato slices and sprinkle with feta. Bake until set, 50 to 60 minutes. Serve hot or at room temperature.
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Today I’d like to pay tribute to the egg. Often overlooked and previously maligned, it has overcome its humble beginnings and surpassed its bad reputation to earn a place in the food spotlight. Continue reading
Speaking of New Year’s resolutions, was one of mine last year to stop procrastinating? If so, I did not achieve it. Most obviously not when I was sitting through twenty hours of continuing education classes in one weekend of December. I should probably put that on the list for 2010.
I have to admit that even though I am an avid home cook and baker, I still carry a soft spot in my heart for fast food. Of course I couldn’t eat it every day, but I do occasionally indulge my soft spot with a Wendy’s Spicy Chicken Sandwich, a Whopper Jr. with cheese, or my very favorite – McDonald’s french fries.
I have always felt that in order to truly enjoy a book, a person must see themselves in some part related to the main character. Big or small, the relation causes you to connect to them and care about their resulting fate. Continue reading
Last night we had a traditional Southern “vegetable plate” for dinner – collard greens, field peas, fried squash and eggplant, and pepper relish. After informing my husband of the menu, he promptly gave me the “Where’s the beef?” look, which reminded me of this month’s Kitchen Reader‘s book selection, Julie & Julia. In the book Julie Powell recounts her year spent cooking through Julia Child’s classic cookbook Mastering the Art of French Cooking and blogging about it at the same time. In the early pages of the book Julie recalls one of the first recipes she made from the book, a potato and leek soup, and how her husband Eric told her it was “Really good. And there wasn’t even any meat in it.” And that because he is Texan by birth “the idea of a dinner without animal flesh gets him a little panicky”. But apparently there is no lack of meat dishes in Julia’s cookbook, with recipes ranging from Boeuf Bourguignon to Rognons deVeau (veal kidneys) so he didn’t have to worry about that part of things.
At the grocery store the other day I was in dire need of some windshield washer fluid, and the only kind they had said it was ‘scented’. I wasn’t really sure how much you would be able to smell something that’s sprayed on the outside of the car, but I figured it couldn’t hurt. Much to my amazement, I could actually smell the scent of the fluid after I used it the first time. It was sort of nice.
Fast forward to about a month later, with the family in the car on the way home from dinner. After hearing many large insects splatting on my windshield (you know it’s spring in the South), and having just had my car washed that day, I suggested to the husband that he spray some cleaner on it. This is the conversation that followed:
This is the time of year I begin to despise weather reporters. All I want to hear when I watch the forecast is “Sunny, with a high of 69”, or something along those lines. But what I get instead is “Freezing rain and snow, high 38.” That’s when I growl and turn off the TV.
I know it’s not their fault, and it’s nothing personal, but who else can I take my frustrations out on? I’ve had enough of putting on coats and sweaters and socks – oh, the endless socks I have to wash and sort in the winter!
When I was growing up, my family lived beside my grandparents. I had an aunt and uncle that lived about two hours away in the country. I remember that whenever there was a big snow, though, they were always at our Grandma’s. I really didn’t think about it much at the time, my cousins and I were having too much fun playing and sledding and being out of school. But when I got older I realized that they must have heard the forecast and started frantically packing everyone in the car to head to Grandma’s house so they wouldn’t be stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no power, no neighbors, and worse yet, no one to play with in the snow.