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Showing posts with label pasta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pasta. Show all posts

Monday, 5 August 2013

Not so vegetarian cannelloni

Spinach and ricotta cannelloni

I love vegetarian food. Pizzas with roasted vegetables, layered capsicum and zucchini lasagne, maybe even a mushroom risotto. But my confession of the week? I almost always add some kind of cured meat to the recipe. I can't help it. I look at a perfectly delicious veggie and grain based recipe and decide it could be made delicious-er by adding a piece of old pig.

Once, at a joint birthday picnic in the park with my friend Anik, I cooked up a feast of food for our mutual friends. My gorgeous roast spuds, glistening, crispy and redolent of duck fat were pretty tempting. Unfortunately, these potatoes were also appealing to the only vegan at the picnic, and I didn't react fast enough to tell him they were not safe for his consumption. It might be my forte: meat disguised as vegetables. Delicious, offensive, animally vegetables.

Spinach and ricotta cannelloni
Spinach and ricotta cannelloni

I'm not sure why, but to me, vegetarian lasagne tastes better with a spicy salami snuck in between the layers. I've also been known to slather a zucchini pizza with prosciutto just after it slides out of the oven. That's why when whipping up a spinach and ricotta cannelloni dish, I knew my smokey prosciutto would end up in there somewhere. I decided not to fight it: as with most of my addictions, I knew it would only get worse if I tried to fight it (I'm looking at you, online-Anthropologie-shopping).

Cannelloni has always played second fiddle to lasagne in the baked pasta stakes. It's super tasty, but has less bang for your pasta-buck. When I'm eating pasta, I like to eat pasta, mountains of the stuff. It's my Everest, and I normally conquer it, leaving my sherpas shuddering in my wake with altitude sickness. It's never pretty.

Spinach and ricotta cannelloni

But I've cracked the code. The ricotta and spinach filling was always good, but never outstanding. The topping was also kinda meh. The filling here is laced with garlic, parmigiano reggiano and a few anchovies. The tomato sauce was peppered with smokey pancetta and really, what's better than that?

This is a total winter dish. It's warm, filling and will likely send you to the couch with your nanna rug for a three hour nap. Not necessarily Everest, but Kozciuszko at the very least.

Ingredients

15-18 cannelloni tubes (depending on their size)
400g ricotta cheese
200g spinach (frozen is fine)
100g parmigiano reggiano cheese, grated
3 anchovies
2 cloves garlic, finely chopped
olive oil
200g smokey pancetta, cut into lardons
800g canned tomatoes
50g unsalted butter
50g flour
1 1/2 cups milk
5 balls of bocconcini
parmigiano reggiano, extra
salt and pepper

Spinach and ricotta cannelloni

Preheat oven to 180ยบ celsius.

To make the filling, heat 1 tablespoon of olive oil in a heavy based saucepan and saute one garlic clove and the anchovies until just turning golden. Add the spinach and cooked until it has wilted. Pop into a bowl with the ricotta and parmesan. Season well and mix to combine. Fill a piping bag with the mixture and pipe into the tubes.

To make the sauce, saute the other garlic clove in olive oil. Add the lardons of pancetta and cook until golden. Add the tomatoes and simmer for 5 minutes, or until reduced and thickened slightly. Pour over the cannelloni.

To make the white sauce, melt the butter over low heat and add the flour. Cook for a couple of minutes until the roux starts to go a little white on the sides. Add the milk slowly, whisking to ensure to lumps form. Season well and pour over the sauce. Top with torn bocconcini and extra grated parmesan. Bake in the oven for 35 minutes or until the cheese is golden and bubbly.

Spinach and ricotta cannelloni

Tuesday, 4 June 2013

Rigatoni with beef ragu

Rigatoni with beef ragu

So this weekend it rained constantly in Melbourne. Our garage flooded and the old rug we had on the floor now smells of wet dog. It's a glorious odour that is keeping us a healthy distance from the offending carpet.

The rain kept us indoors, snug as two bugs in a several rugs. I spent the weekend pottering around the kitchen, slow cooking marvellous creations. All this in between watching many, many movies. It's a hard life.

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Real deal spaghetti bolognese

Spaghetti bolognese

For many, many years (read: until 2 years ago), I thought the saying was "For all intensive purposes". Like the purposes were super intense and needed to be monitored in, say, a hospital. It wasn't until I read it in print one day and realised for all those years I'd been saying it wrong. Thankfully I never fully enunciate my words and speak at the speed of lightning, so hopefully no one noticed. And then I went and told the story...

I have countless examples where I thought I knew something to be an absolute truth. Like thinking CCs was just a clever brand name (and didn't stand for corn chips). Or when I totally believed my friend when he told me the words to Cold Chisel's Cheap Wine were "Cheap wine and a female goat." Uh huh. I'm that lady.

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Spaghetti with panfried sardines

Spaghetti with panfried sardines

I have a favourite fishmonger. I'm sure by now this doesn't surprise anyone. It will also not surprise you that every time I visit said fishmonger, they are closed. Now, please don't mistake my message here - it's not because they open and close willy-nilly. Hardly. I think they've had the same opening hours for around 20 years. It's my crazy brain and sieve-like memory that allows me to roll up at 5pm on a Saturday and find the doors firmly locked.

Friday, 1 February 2013

Pappardelle with slow roasted tomato sauce

Roasted tomatoes

My friend Jacquie recently made her first batch of pasta - it looked amazing. She let it dry on her clothes rack with the rest of her washing. Around the same time, Nadia mentioned she had noticed I hadn't included any pasta recipes on the blog yet. I felt the universe was trying to tell me something, the gods were speaking to me, I felt it in my waters: it was time to drag out the pasta machine.