~ Menu ~
Frittata di Pasta
Bit of Salad
Glass of Red Wine
Last night I fell back on an old store-cupboard favourite – penne pasta with a 50:50 mixtures of Tesco’s Finest Whole Cherry Tomato & Chill Sauce and Boursin – a really delicious meal for no work! When cooking professionally I just cooked a load of pasta, sold out and cooked some more without getting too much into the niceties of weight of pasta per person. Now pasta for one or two looks ridiculously inadequate so of course I cooked too much and couldn’t eat it.
For lunch I thought “what the hey” as one does and made myself a Frittata di Pasta or Leftover Pasta Omelette as it’s sometimes called. This is not as uninspiring as it might sound although it does, of course, depend on what you sauced your pasta with last night.
Frittata di Pasta for One
The leftover pasta shouldn’t be too saucy or it will make the dish fall apart.
1 large egg
half a small handful of freshly grated Parmesan
50g or so cold leftover pasta with some of its sauce still clinging to it
~ Preheat the grill.
~ Whisk together the egg and Parmesan and then stir in the pasta.
~ Melt the butter in a non stick frying pan and when foamy tip in the pasta mix to form an egg and pasta pancake.
~ Cook till the bottom is firm and then slip it under the grill to cook the top.
That’s it and here’s a picture …
I’ve just thought - whilst I’m here I might as well mention yesterday’s lunch. When cheffing at the Tamarind Club I often put the following dish on the menu ...
It was great; soft sweet squishy tomatoes, creamy melting cheese and zingy hot oil with, of course, some crispy chargrilled bread (we used to get seriously fabulous bread from the college bakery at that time) to soak up the wonderful juices. Stan over the Road was, and still is, a pretty English girl who also has a much more feminine name; Abigail. Anyhoo, in her spare time she made a seemingly constant stream of chilli oil (just because she could, I suppose) and kept us stocked up at all times. I was very grateful, used the delicious stuff in all sorts of dishes and made a feature of it in several.
I don’t eat a lot when I am cooking but on a double shift I would get a bit peckish and, if I had time, would sometimes indulge in a little chargrilled bread drizzled with Stan’s chilli oil and sprinkled with freshly shredded Gran Padano. The girls I worked with in the kitchen would tease me - “White people, dey fonny!” - but I really enjoyed it washed down with a cup of “chef’s coffee”.
So yesterday when a bit stumped about lunch I suddenly remembered a little bottle of chilli oil in the cupboard (not Stan’s as it happens – Uncle Roy’s, whoever he is) and decided to recreate this “meal” for old times’ sake and because I like it.
“Chef’s coffee” is really red wine in a coffee cup so that it’s not too obvious that one is indulging at work.
Having said that I have worked in places where drinking is not so much frowned upon as compulsory! Many a time I’ve been slaving away with a whole string of orders up when one of the wait staff have rushed in with a tray of Tequila Slammers (or Margaritas or, worst of all, Jagermeister – yuk) for the kitchen and the only way to cope is to down the stuff and get back to work.