'Life', said Emerson, 'consists in what one is thinking all day.' If that be so, then my life is nothing but a big intestine. I not only think about food all day, but I dream about it at night.

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (1963)

Sunday, 10 November 2013

Turkish inspired pasta

During my adolescence I spent a lot of time with a particular friend, Angie, with whom I shared a love of the beautiful classic Hollywood films which were screened every Saturday night.  So whilst other teens were ogling each other at the blue light disco, we'd sit in front of the TV, transfixed by the glamour of the 40's and 50's held spellbound by the timeless beauty of starlets such as Rita Hayworth, Ava Gardner, Grace Kelly...   I read as many Hollywood biographies as I could, during that time.   It was such a magnificent obsession. Well, Angie's mother looked a lot like Debbie Reynolds and was rather a femme fatale.   She had a Turkish lover who introduced her to an exotic world - which included the cuisine, amongst other delights I'm sure! So, occasionally in between Bevvy's burgers and tuna mornay we'd get a serving of this mint and garlic tinctured concoction on Saturday nights.                                                                                                        
Serves 2 .....

250g pasta, any type will do
handful of fresh mint, leaves coarsely chopped
4 cloves garlic, finely sliced
2tbs olive oil
1/2 cup Greek style yoghurt
grated haloumi

Cook the pasta according to packet instructions.
Mix all ingredients and serve.