We just got back from a family vacation on the West coast. The vacation itself was fabulous; the kids were great and it was nice to spend time together as a family. But damn, by the third day, I was already so fucking tired of eating bar food. More fries? More flatbread pizzas? More grilled chicken sandwiches? The only places we could take the brats were places that had a “kid’s menu” ergo… brew pubs, breweries, et al.
As I sat on the plane coming home I kept thinking about groceries… what I would buy, what I wanted to eat. I just wanted to taste something that hadn’t been shipped frozen in large bags, a salad that hadn’t been overdressed. I didn’t give a shit what the kids ate. This was my turn.
It’s funny the things you get fixated on. For some reason, ricotta cheese kept popping up in my brain. Honestly, I thought all that bar food would send me screaming for raw veggies and clean eating but I kept thinking about ricotta.
Ironically, the first dinner I made after we got back wasn’t really dinner at all but bar food. But bar food MY way. All small bites, all served on toasted bread.
Sauteed Swiss Chard with Garlic and Ricotta
Proscuitto, Tomato and Basil with Ricotta
And for dessert… Ricotta and Peaches with a sprinkle of cracked black pepper for good measure.
Don’t ask me what/if I fed the kids. I can’t remember. I probably put out some nuggets for them.