This is not a cooking blog. Pinky swear. Because my family is not adventurous enough for that. That would require them eating more than chicken, beef, potatoes, corn, and pizza. (Okay, they do a bit better than that, but they are not up for new stuff most of the time.) So. No worries that this is going to become a place where you will find only new things to eat, is what I'm saying.
But! Today I do have a lil sumpin-sumpin that you might be interested in. I know I was. In fact, I was so interested in it that it became my dinner on Friday night. While the rest of the family was eating grilled hot dogs and mac'n'cheese, I was
face planting daintily partaking of this:
I'm not really sure what to call it. I found this recipe from Melissa at 320 Sycamore who in turn found it at Clover Lane. They called it Feta Dip. It's not so much dip--although I guess you could dip your bread in it--as a sort of feta bruschetta, I guess. Whatever else you want to call it, you will also call it delicious.
Want to try it? It's simple. Here's what you do:
Pour a little olive oil onto a plate or dish. Chop up some green onions and Roma tomatoes. Add in some crumbled feta cheese. Sprinkle on some Greek seasoning and stir gently. Top some fresh crusty bread with this deliciousness and call it good. Or great. Or addictive. Or perfect for summer. Or...you get the idea. Pair it with a nice glass of wine, a good book, and a pretty setting and you have a recipe for a perfect evening.
Try it. You'll like it. Not that anyone else in my family tried it, but then again, I don't recall offering them any. I think I may have said something like "Jumpin' Jehosophat this is amazing! Don't even think of getting near it! It's mine! MINE, I say! All MINEMINEMINE!" and then commenced putting my snout in the trough and going to town.
I may have to make some more this week. This stuff is like crack. Crack in a dish. Now there's a good name for this recipe.