Strange coincidence tonight. As I logged on to blog about a great quinoa tomato pie my friend made, I saw that Atlantic City food critic Ed Hitzel died today. I only knew him in passing. But I think he would appreciate this post.
I went over to my friend's house today. And as she often does, asked me if I was hungry. Full knowing that I would be feed something fresh and tasty although I may not know exactly what the hell I am eating, I said "sure, what do ya got?" Today it was the last slice of a toasted quinoa tomato pie that I mentioned earlier. it was one of the best things I have ever eaten.
What you need to know about my friend is that she is one of those hippie dippie, vegetarian all organic types. You can tell this by the amount of sprouts that are on your plate and the fact that she looks and acts twenty years younger than she is. There must be something to it.
So far at her house I have enjoyed countless garden burgers, eggplant and tamari (fancy soy sauce) stir fry, these freaky green cookies her grandkids wouldn't touch, and a million salads and green drinks. But tonight she outdid herself. But every night what sets her food apart is that it is made with love. You can actually taste the love. It's in there.
So as Ed might put it: The well-roasted quinoa crust with subtle notes of toasted coconut and sesame was the perfect foundation for the dense rainbow of slivered, organic, vegetables that were perfectly cooked.
Cook with love people. Unless you don't want me popping over. Then just pop in a pizza.