Antipasto Kale Salad with Blackberries & Burrata

Antipasto Kale Salad

I’m going to go out on a limb and assume I am offending many Italians with today’s Antipasto Kale Salad. A dear friend of mine who works with a group of born and raised Italians was once ridiculed for adding chicken to her fettuccine. So, I’m sure my oxymoron of a dinner idea is going to raise a few disapproving eyebrows. I mean no disrespect. I know that antipasto roughly translates to “before food” and is in no way intended to be a main. Nor is a salad, kale or otherwise, ever considered an entree at any Italian’s table. So, I’m not making many friends here with this salad but if you have no strong feelings about Italian food other than “Holy geez! Do I love Italian food!” you and this salad will get along fine.

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Peach Bruschetta with Parmesan Shells

Summer may be winding down but the summer produce isn’t letting up. Yep, I’m back with another peachy recipe and this one brought a friend, another summertime stunner – the tomato. Together they make this near-perfect, patio-friendly nosh I’m calling Peach Bruschetta with Parmesan Shells. I’ll tell you why that title is flawed a little later. But for now, let’s just focus on this fresh garlic-riddled pasta sauce and those buttery al dente shells. When dinner looks this good, who cares what it’s called.

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Cognac Peach Galette with Snickerdoodle Ice Cream

Peach season is in full swing here in Ontario and I’ve already eaten my way through 3 baskets worth. And not a single one of those peaches ever saw the inside of a Mason jar or a pie. I ate them as fast as I could carry them home straight from my hand. But when I brought the fourth basket home, I knew I had to make something of them. And today’s Cognac Peach Galette with Snickerdoodle Ice Cream is that something.

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Spicy Mussel Marinara with Pappardelle

Today’s Spicy Mussel Marinara with Pappardelle is brought to by an excess of enthusiasm. You see, this dish came about when Bae and I discovered he likes mussels. Unfortunately, he discovered this when I had a plate of Moules Frites in front of me at a very nice restaurant. To say I was “protective” of my plate for the rest of the meal would be an understatement. And although I had to watch his fork like a hawk, I spent the rest of that evening positively elated. Sunny does not do seafood apart from fish and chips and spicy tuna rolls. I am from Nova Scotia and I have the palette to match. You can see the conflict.

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