Roasted Garlic Pane Meno Criminale
Roasted Garlic Pane Meno Criminale
This roasted garlic, garlic bread is my contribution to Pane Criminale. This loaf has deep crevice’s dripping with garlic butter and herbs. And while it takes a little longer to bake than my regular garlic bread, it’s well worth the extra effort when you have the time. Pane Meno Criminale is insanely buttery and deeply herbaceous and garlicky in a way that makes me want to lick my fingers (and maybe my plate).
Ch-Ch-Ch-Cherry Bomb Ice Cream Cake
Nothing screams decadent AND relaxed summer like an ice cream cake. They don’t require the oven and can be made several days in advance, and always look like a party. You should make this cake is because it’s cherry season! And cherries, chocolate and vanilla are a glorious combination. If ice cream cakes are beyond your peripheral vision, just things you glace past in pink boxes at the grocery store, then you might want to turn your head. This ice cream cake is a ch-ch-ch cherry bomb.
Chocolate Cookie (Crumbs)
Want to make chocolate wafer cookies for the crumb crust of an ice cream cake, extra fancy s’mores or the bottom crumb crust for a no-bake pie? This recipe has got you covered. It makes enough for 2 pie crusts. You can halve this recipe if you’re making the base of an ice cream cake.
Garlic Scape Pesto
Garlic scape pesto is a rustic symphony of gorgeous flavors. Garlic scapes are the violins in this pesto symphony. The cellos are the under tones of salty fat of the pancetta and umami depth of the Parmesan which both accentuate and tame the sharp scapes. The almonds (offer a deep rustic crumble that builds on the texture of scapes (maybe their the violas), and finally the mint adds a bright note that ties it all together (I’m going to say they’re like a perfectly timed flute).
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