I remember when it came to the table.
It was a small clay bowl littered with plump, pink shrimp, slivers of of roasted garlic, red peppers, all in a golden shimmering olive oil. It had that great roasting garlic-olive oil smell which frankly should be the base for all cooking.
And that first bite...damn...you could taste the sweetness of the roasted garlic transported by the silkiness of the olive oil, finished with the tail end kiss of the red pepper. It hit every taste bud. Yes it is that good.
Then it happens. you grab a crusty chewy piece of bread and tear off a bit. You dunk the chewy bread into the olive oil. You watch as it coats the bread and pop it into your mouth. Such sweet joy!
To this day this is one dish that I get excited for. I will hoarde bread in anticipation. i will center the dish right in front of me. i will scoop the roasted garlic ont my bread to eat. I will wipe the container dry from endless swipes of bread.
It was a small clay bowl littered with plump, pink shrimp, slivers of of roasted garlic, red peppers, all in a golden shimmering olive oil. It had that great roasting garlic-olive oil smell which frankly should be the base for all cooking.
And that first bite...damn...you could taste the sweetness of the roasted garlic transported by the silkiness of the olive oil, finished with the tail end kiss of the red pepper. It hit every taste bud. Yes it is that good.
Then it happens. you grab a crusty chewy piece of bread and tear off a bit. You dunk the chewy bread into the olive oil. You watch as it coats the bread and pop it into your mouth. Such sweet joy!
To this day this is one dish that I get excited for. I will hoarde bread in anticipation. i will center the dish right in front of me. i will scoop the roasted garlic ont my bread to eat. I will wipe the container dry from endless swipes of bread.
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