They say all married couples start to look like each other. Is it true? Today, my husband said, “You are turning into me.” Why? After eating my homemade bruschetta with a fresh baguette, I said, “I could eat all of this bread by myself.”
In my single days, bread was my least favorite carb. Did I ever even buy a baguette? Sure, I like bread, but if I’m going to consume lots of guilty calories, I’d rather it be something nutritious and versatile. Bread is pretty much the least nutritious and the least versatile of all carbs compared to Japanese rice or pasta/noodles. I firmly believe that I’m right, but I married a bread snob, who claims he could eat a dozen of bagels if I leave him alone for the day. On top of that, he doesn’t like rice, so I have to find interesting ways to use less-than-nutritious bread. One of which, is bruschetta.
My recipe is quick and simple. Dice tomato, chop garlic & onion, chiffonade basil leaves add olive oil, add a squeeze of lemon juice, and good salt to taste. Leave in a tightly lid container for a few hours to overnight in the fridge. Spread on a nice piece of bread and you’ll feel like you are biting into a little of Italy; bright, fresh and delicious It’s so good that it may change your opinion of that evil white bread. It surely changed mine. At least I found a way to include fresh vegetables so that I don’t feel guilty reaching for that third piece. Maybe I am turning into my husband.