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A Peasant's Kitchen

kitch-en:  a room or area where food is cooked
(Free Online Dictionary)

I'm a person who enjoys spending time in my kitchen...trying new recipes, experimenting with ones that I've fixed dozens of times.  The kitchen is a place of hospitality.  It's a way of life. 

Recently, I've had conversations where friends have mentioned being in a slump when it comes to meal preparation.  Maybe it's because we are in one of the "change-over" seasons or perhaps fresh inspiration is needed.  The peasant's kitchen was one that utilized what was in the pantry, or could be garnered from the countryside or potager's garden.  With these simple thoughts in mind, here is what we are having for supper tonight...perhaps it will get you on the road to creative cookery.

Pasta with Pan Roasted Corn, Peppers and Salmon

2 cups frozen petite corn
2 cups sliced bell peppers (red, yellow, green mixture)
1 red onion, sliced
3 cloves minced garlic
salt and pepper to taste
red pepper flakes (optional)
1/2 cup coarsely chopped parsley

Saute these ingredients in 2 tablespoons of olive oil, until slightly caramelized.  Add one 6.5oz can of Alaskan salmon.  (Note:  I used a garlic/pepper salmon)

Cook 8oz of pasta (farfelle, casaresse - something small and twisty) in a pot of boiling, salted water.

Toss cooked pasta with the corn-salmon mixture.  Drizzle with olive oil, add chopped parsley and adjust seasonings.

4 servings

Along with the pasta, I'm serving roasted Brussel Sprouts and a simple salad of baby romaine with oil, vinegar, salt and fresh cracked pepper.

Mangia!  Missy

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  1. Wildlife Art by SylFebruary 27, 2013 at 8:12 PM

    Sounds utteryly delightful..think I will try it Friday..

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    1. Missy AFebruary 28, 2013 at 10:39 AM

      Thanks! I'm sure you will enjoy the pasta ... we sure did!

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