At least I call it that, for lack of a better term.
Naan is a marvelous flatbread that I have recently become enamored with. It has excellent flavor and is versatile as well as healthy. Lately, my new favorite lunch has been what I like to call "naan pizza". It is fast, easy, and almost sensuously delicious.
To make it, I first preheat my oven to 350 degrees. Then I cram spinach, minced garlic, sweet onion, and feta into my electric chopper and pulverize it. I grease a cookie sheet, then place one naan (they come in packs of two - one is about the size of a large flour tortilla) on it. Using a paper towel, I brush on some olive oil to the top of my naan, then slice it into small pieces with a pizza cutter. I leave the pieces touching. Next, I coat the naan with my spinach mixture, then apply some of my favorite herb mixture from its grinder (it's a blend of herbs used in Italian olive oil dipping sauce for bread - you can find it or similar grinders in many stores). Finally, I add just a light dusting of shredded parmesan and romano cheese. I bake it for twelve minutes, during which time it makes my entire apartment smell heavenly (and makes my stomach almost frantic to consume it). The first bite is like a Mediterranean banquet in my mouth.
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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?
Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.
O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"
~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?
Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.
O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"
~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"
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