Garlic, in everything. Every day.
I wish I could find beautiful large California garlic but in NY we are subjected to half-sprouted meh garlic at supermarkets. I’ve never grown my own garlic but it might be worth it because I do use it and love it. Is it hard to grow?
Olive oil and red wine.
I grew up with olive oil in the kitchen as the default oil for cooking and salad dressings, when really the only salad dressing we used on our nightly wedge of iceberg was red wine vinegar and olive oil. I don’t remember when olive oil became Extra Virgin. If it existed when I was a teen, I was unaware, now all olive oil seems to be Extra Virgin.
Wine too, always served. I can remember my grandfather serving wine he made in the basement!!!! Not terribly palatable but not total rot gut either. There was always a carafe of wine at my grandparents dinner table. Not so much with my parents. They drank wine but not every night at dinner. Mostly when company came. I keep a few bottles around and do my best to have a glass of red a day.
Today’s garlic was in spinach and zucchini.
In the spinach, I merely smashed the garlic in the olive oil then sauteed the spinach. I had the spinach for lunch (with a homemade cayenne, lemonade maple syrup water). I had to try it to see what it does, or doesn’t do.
The zucchini has onions in it so the garlic was chopped finely as to not fight with the onions. The zucchini will be for dinner with fish.
My grandmother never cooked from a can. Everything was scratch made, even pancakes. Meals were simple, protein, lots of veggies, and a salad. Always a big salad. And a loaf of Italian bread my grandfather would pull at to get big pieces. He and my grandmother loved to dunk the bread in the leftover olive oil or pan drippings. I inherited that love too but I don’t live near to a good Italian bakery for fresh seeded loaves (a good thing because I love bread and so do my hips!)
They say people who grew up in and keep a Mediterranean diet live the longest. Greeks. Italians. (FYI: by diet I don’t mean depriving of calories, I mean diet in the sense of meal planning).
While my mother doesn’t cook much for herself anymore, she still prefers to eat simply. The salad. The fish. The EVOO. The wine.
Here’s to another generation living long! pass the chocolate! 🙂