My cooking style is not what you’d call classic. While I’m of primarily Indian descent (my Ancestry DNA results have also thrown in a few decidedly not Indian results), I can’t cook roti. Or naan or dhalpuri or anything that involves what a stereotypical, old-timey Daughter-in-law of Indian & Guyanese descent should be able to do. (Pauses while any Aunties reading this take time to recover). I’ve actually never tried because I strongly dislike kneading dough and I live in Guyana. Over here, there’s roti and dhalpuri on every corner for sale. Plus, with the advent of frozen naan, do I ever need to really knead and clap and flip and hope it rises and judge myself during the 3 second delay Rabin sometimes takes after taking a bite of food he doesn’t like which he pretends is him chewing but is really him trying to figure out what to say?
…Wow. I really need to calm down. Either I have stronger feelings about roti than I realize or I’ve missed chatting with you guys. I’ve been having a great time over at Tripdicted, so if you want to visit me there, I have no objections 🙂
Anyways, if you think this is a revolutionary post about how I discovered my Indian food making skills, sorry in advance. I got a little off track.
Last night, 8 p.m. rolled around and I had no idea what to make for lunch today. Usually by this time in the week, I’ve exhausted my creativity, veggies have almost run out, and more than likely I’ve made Friday lunch plans, even if that involves buying the usual from my friendly neighbourhood cafe (I love having a usual and that the cafe owners know its my usual) and watching an episode of Black Mirror. That was pretty much the case except for the lunch plan part, and I’ve seen all episodes of Black Mirror. So what to do?
I strolled around the kitchen and came across various fridge & cupboard detritus … half bags of frozen veggies, a big ass bag of walnuts, half a bag of frozen naan, fresh basil about 3 days from turning brown. Not too fancy. I decided to (well I didn’t have a choice but irrelevant) see the bags as half full and try something new: Pesto Naan Pizza. Sorry Aunties.
So this doesn’t have exact quantities, but is easily adaptable to whatever half full bags you want to clear up in your freezer.
Pesto Naan Pizza
1 Recipe prepared Pesto (you can use store bought unless you have fresh basil who will stare back at you accusingly every time you open the fridge door)
Handful frozen Peas
2 pieces frozen / refrigerated Naan
Place Naan on a baking sheet lined with oil and heat up (the brand I used suggested 1 1/2 minutes in a 400 degree oven, but I did it for about 3 minutes and flipped halfway through for less sogginess). Remove from oven. Using a pastry brush, brush some olive oil on one side of the naan. Using a spatula or spoon, put a heaping tablespoon of pesto on naan and spread evenly. I generally think the taste of pesto can be a little overwhelming, so I kept my amounts thin, but if you’re a fan, go for it and add another tablespoon!
Sprinkle walnuts, peas, cheese & pepper on top and drizzle with a bit of olive oil. Put back in oven and broil for about 2-3 minutes on high. Keep watch though – Broiling can be a sneaky little thing and before you know it it’ll burn.
Remove from oven, let cool for a minute or so and enjoy.
So that’s about it. I’ve been through so much pop culture since we last spoke, but eh, I’m sure I’ll catch you up eventually. For now, this is what’s happening with me:
Watching: Didn’t I just say I’m out of Black Mirror episodes?
Reading: Just finished the two additional books in the Me Before You series by Jojo Moyes. Not as heart-wrenching as the original but it did have me tearing up a little. Plus I read out both in 2 days so I’m now emerging from the Louisa Clark universe. Book hangovers are real.
Listening: Blood Drive by Joshua Burnside. It’s been my “listen to while taking the coffee cover off and breathing in that first, undeniably magical smell” song.
Have a great weekend!