My dear Katie (friend, but I’d adopt her in a minute) has influenced my cooking far out of proportion to her young age. It’s always a joy to eat in her home or to have her join us at our table. She serves a Bruschetta that is stunning in its blend of flavors.
My DH and I love this. We don’t just like it a little bit. We’re crazy about this stuff. With tomatoes coming on I’m looking forward to many reasons to make it. I’ve always pronounced it “brew-SHET-ah” until my SIL Valeri, the Italian student in her spare time, corrected me: an Italian would say “brew-SKAY-tah,” lingering a little on the SKAY. Well, hunky-dory by me! I have two friends: Katie and Kate, and saying this lovely little concoction in correct Italian reminds me of them both!
Katie’s Bruschetta
1 loaf Italian bread
8 garlic cloves
1 pound tomatoes, chopped
1 T red onion, diced
1 T fresh basil, chopped
4 oz feta cheese, crumbled
2 T olive oil
2 tsp balsamic vinegar
1/4 tsp each: salt and pepper
We skip the bread, unless we’re trying to be civilized with company. It’s better made up and cooled in the refrigerator for several hours, but who can wait? Curt likes to alternate bites of a sandwich with bites of bruschetta. It tastes fabulous on top of a green salad, or as a dip with veggies. But I like it best by itself.
