This is one of Fred’s favorite summer meals. We always have a lot of summer squash on hand and a lot of sausage, too, so why not put them together? I’ve also made this without meat, and it’s really good that way as a side dish (or a meatless main dish).
1 pound of ground sausage, 1 jar of spaghetti sauce, 8 oz. mozzarella (I usually use shredded, but all we had was this block of mozzarella, and I didn’t feel like shredding it myself), 1 onion. Not pictured: 2 cookie sheets of Roasted Summer Squash.
Chop up the onion and cook it over medium heat until the onion is softened.
Add sausage, and cook completely.
Drain the browned sausage and onion in a colander, and then run warm water over it to get as much grease out as possible. Let it sit for about 5 minutes afterward to allow it to fully drain.
Spray the bottom and sides of a 8×8 baking dish with cooking spray.
Put a layer of roasted summer squash:
A layer of sausage and onion:
A layer of spaghetti sauce:
And a layer of mozzarella:
Repeat the layers of squash, meat and spaghetti sauce, then top with one last layer of squash, a thin layer of spaghetti sauce, and the rest of the mozzarella.
Bake in a preheated 350ºF oven for 10 – 15 minutes, until the cheese is melted and the sauce is bubbly. Take it out and let it cool a bit before serving.
Warning: this stuff can be kind of watery, thus the reason I didn’t show you a scoop of it on a plate, because it looks like shit. But it tastes like heaven! We eat this stuff ’til it’s coming out our ears every summer. It is just SO DAMN GOOD, and I love that we grew the squash and sausage ourselves!
Every week we’ll post a recipe that we both made. This week’s recipe was Caprese Salad, found over at Tasty Kitchen. Printable recipe can be found at the bottom of this post.
This week’s recipe was Nance’s choice, and I was TOTALLY on board. We’re getting tons of really great-looking tomatoes coming in from the garden (this is the first year I can honestly say that – we haven’t had much luck with tomatoes in the past), and so I was looking forward to using some of them for this recipe.
The ingredients are simple:
Tomatoes, basil (I didn’t grow my own basil this year, unfortunately), mozzarella, and balsamic vinegar.
First, take two cups of balsamic vinegar and put it in a small pot over medium-low heat.
How amazed was I that the entire bottle of balsamic vinegar was exactly two cups? SO amazed. And then I looked at the label where it said that the contents were 16 fluid ounces, and I was like “Oh. Duh.” When I bought it at the store, instead of even looking at the label I just glanced at the bottle and said “That looks like more than two cups. I’m sure it’ll be enough.”
I didn’t get a picture of the vinegar in the pot. You’re going to just have to use your imagination.
While the vinegar sat over the heat, I sliced my tomatoes in thick slices.
Then sliced the mozzarella in thick slices, and arranged the tomatoes and cheese on a plate.
And THEN tucked leaves of basil on top of the slices of mozzarella.
When that was done, I stood over the pot of balsamic vinegar. It took several minutes to come to anything approaching a boil, and that only happened after I got annoyed and turned the heat up to medium. Patience is not my strong suit.
Hey, quick question: did you know that boiling balsamic vinegar steam kind of feels like mustard gas in your lungs? Did you? Because it totally does, and now I’m typing to you from life support because my lungs were destroyed by balsamic vinegar gas. THANKS NANCE. I went back and reread the recipe for the part where it says “Have your windows open and all the fans going, and don’t BREATHE IN the balsamic vinegar steam, you fucking idiot”, but they seem to have left that part out.
So I’m telling you: HAVE YOUR WINDOWS OPEN AND ALL THE FANS GOING AND DON’T BREATHE IN THE BALSAMIC VINEGAR STEAM, DUMMY.
That shit boiled for what felt like three hours. I stirred and looked and pondered and thought, and I was like “This is NOT getting thicker. What the hell?” Finally, when it had been 20 minutes, I decided to take it off the heat because I was afraid it would all just boil away, and I was not going to the store to buy another bottle. I poured it into the measuring cup and found that it had reduced to just over 1/2 cup.
That’s right, y’all. I had MADE A REDUCTION all by myself!
WHO’s the fancy bitch with 73 cats who can make a fancypants balsamic reduction? WHO?
Cap’n Floofypants was terribly impressed, as you can see.
After the reduction cooled off (and it got thicker as it cooled, by the way), I drizzled a bit of olive oil over the tomatoes and mozzarella, and then I drizzled the reduction over that. The original recipe offers that you can “make designs if you want.” But, um, no. I don’t want. But thanks anyway. Sprinkled it with salt and pepper, and it was time to eat!
The verdict? It was surprisingly good! I mean, I knew we’d like the tomatoes and mozzarella because that’s how we eat tomatoes all the time, but I liked the balsamic reduction far more than I expected. Two thumbs up from me.
Fred declared it good, but “too basil-y.” I think that next time I’ll use a lot less basil.
I also refrigerated the leftover balsamic reduction, and used it for the next several days as a dip for my cherry tomatoes (we’re eating a lot of tomatoes these days). ‘Twas really really good. I’m definitely going to make this again – though I’ll be sure to wear my gas mask next time.
This recipe starts out easy enough. You cook the hell out of balsamic vinegar until it reduces into a syrupy sauce (reduction) that you think will be good once you pour it over tomatoes and mozzarella cheese. If you told me a few years ago that I would ever be using balsamic vinegar to cook with, I would have not known what you were talking about because balsamic vinegar was not a part of my world. I was this close to being one of those plain folk. THIS CLOSE, PEOPLE. Thank God for the Internet!
The really sad part is that most of you think I’m just bullshitting up there and it’s the truth. My world was small. Very small.
This is me trying to be like that goody-two-shoes Robyn. There is one very important ingredient that is missing from this picture and there is a reason. A horrifying reason that you will find out soon enough.
Rumor has it that this smells like hell while it’s cooking. I wouldn’t know because I put my husband in charge of it. If it takes more than 5 minutes of my attention, I bail. I honestly cannot help it.
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: This is the perfect time to invest in an iPod and start downloading podcasts. I follow quite a few podcasts and they have saved many a meal from destruction. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depends on what kind of mood I am in) my family likes to be around me. If they’re around me while I’m cooking and I can’t listen to podcasts (due to their constant talking and/or the fact that it would be rude to ignore them), then I just put their asses to work.
For those that skimmed: I just took the long way to explain that I wasn’t the one that made the actual reduction. Moving on.
When it was done (although we really were not sure what done meant because no one bothered to time it) we put it in a measuring cup and set it to the side.
It’s amazing how wasteful it feels when you see the amount that two cups “reduced” really is. Just remind yourself that the taste is incredible so it’s worth it.
My “log” of mozzarella cheese. I sent my youngest son to the store for it and I really wasn’t sure what I was going to end up with. Most 18-year-old males only know that mozzarella is the cheese that is used on pizza. And most 18-year-old males pretty much assume that it ends up there by magic. I was truly surprised when he brought home the right thing.
True Confession (s): I cannot cut a tomato. I cannot cut (or do) anything that requires using both hands. My left hand is completely useless and nobody (including myself) can figure out how it is that I can type. I am completely screwed if I have a freak accident and lose the use of my right limb. There, now you know my kryptonite.
The husband is doing an excellent job slicing my tomatoes. But I absolutely loathe the cutting board he’s using. Unfortunately, we have tried others and we always go back to this cheap plastic one. Tack. Ass.
All done and ready to go. We only had three ripe tomatoes so we were totally making do with this recipe.
We had basil plants outside that we completely neglected. This was the ingredient that was missing in the earlier picture. Rick managed to pluck the very few leaves that looked “edible” and we placed them strategically (we also had to unroll them which makes me think that they could have used some life support). I had planned to crop the picture so that no one would ever know, but then I realized that I do not live at Crooked Acres (™ The Anderson’s). And I have more important things to do (hello, Tom Cruise/Katie Holmes/Suri/Scientology!) than worry about tending to a garden.
Please note that I am trying to show you how I pour olive oil on the tomato/mozzarella/basil (shut-up) mess, but I’m sure you can figure out that I was no where near the actual plate. It’s HARD to take pictures and pour at the same time.
glug, glug, glug. I poured that shit all over the place.
Once again, did not actually pour until the picture was already taken.
I had the audacity to attempt a design. As you can tell, that went to hell pretty quick. Check out that Zombie basil hanging in there, man. It totally needed a bullet to the brain.
I salt and peppered the shit out of this thing. And then we pulled the zombie basil out and ate the entire thing. And it was fabulous. Although Shirley (my mom) didn’t care for it because of the whole white cheese thing. White cheese chokes people, remember? Now forget I even wrote that because it’s just a bullshit thing that HER PARTICULAR BRAND OF CRAZY BELIEVES. White cheese is not a cold-hearted killer. I promise.
Caprese Salad - (Nance & Robyn make the same recipe)