It’s pronounced with a hard /k/ as in bru-sketta.
Even though I know this I’m likely to slip up by using the Americanized sh pronunciation. Kind of like I knew, knew, knew that the line “love means never having to say you’re sorry” comes from Love Story, but forgot that information when I needed it. Or, how I’ve watched every episode of Dead Like Me including the disappointing end-of-series movie, but couldn’t identify the theme song.
That’s important knowledge when having to face your group of friends at weekly pub trivia. Missing that answer may have just put the free beer out of reach. This is serious. People take off work for this, they skip class, they still make it at the end of a 12 hour day, they arrive late to family birthday parties…we made it into the championships.
In what year, plus or minus one, did the NY Mets win the World Series, Argentina won the World Cup and Hoosiers was released?
The rest of the group had been playing for a couple weeks before I and my boyfriend joined. It’s like a less healthy version of softball or bowling leagues. It’s about socialization, “just there to have fun” competition and having an excuse to eat truly good fries. Yeah right, this is about the pride that follows a perfect round. It’s about winning. Before deciding to show up that first Wednesday I hadn’t realized how competitive it gets.
What eight letter word begins with a “t”, ends with a “k” and means a cooperative effort?
It’s about the strictest rule: Do not say the answer out loud. People start to forget. Sure the place starts out quiet, but with each round (whether that’s per round of questions or beer is iffy) it gets a little bit louder until the place is a headache-inducing roar. At which point frustrated players done with shhhing other teams stun them by yelling “Shut your mouth!”
What do sperm whales use to hunt?
About this time you, faithful readers, might be wondering what role bruschetta plays in all this. None. Really. I don’t order it week after week — it’s not on the menu. Simply it’s good. Fine, I needed to put out a post about trivia since tonight is the championships and I had this post about pronouncing bruschetta languishing in the drafts box.
What movie is the following line from? “And in the morning, I’m making waffles!”
The recipe is another one of those dishes that hardly needs a recipe. Including it is more like saying: “Hey! This is tasty. You should eat this tonight.” For this post three versions of bruschetta were made over two days. Generally my recipe includes some parmesan grated into the tomato mixture so that it can melt all throughout during a second broil, but not for any of these experiments. To toast the bread, I tried both broiling and browning it in a skillet. I am now a little partial to the skillet method, the bread center stays a little softer and there is less risk of burning. Also one version included shallots and the other garlic. I am now a little partial to the shallot, but still harbor a fondness for the garlic. Your choice. However, I’ve decided the key is to have the proper amount of basil. It’s hard to use too much.
Shallots and garlic are both high in what substance that prevents cell damage and protects the body from disease?
Go Wonder Kittens!
4 slices french bread
2 roma tomatoes
1 good-sized handful basil leaves
1 small clove garlic or shallot equaling a small clove of garlic
drizzle of red wine vinegar
sprinkle of salt and pepper
Brush both sides of bread with olive oil. Or drizzle some onto a skillet over medium heat. Toast both sides. Chop tomatoes, shred basil leaves, mince garlic. Combine in bowl with red wine vinegar, salt and pepper. Spoon tomato basil mixture onto toasted bread.