Let me tell you there is nothing nicer than a heavily charred courgette. Nope they are definitely not burnt! Don't even think it! Well done, but not burnt. Can't you tell I am a Mom and used to saying stuff like that? I went on a forage again, don't forget that rhymes with porridge. I braved the nettles, feeling like an experienced
porridger forager by now, I used my bare hands and pinched the nettle tips out assertively and paid the price. . .getting stung again. When I got home I got creative in the kitchen. I figured you can substitute spinach with nettles. I fried off the courgette in spray oil! Yep spray oil. Any fool on a
diet healthy eating plan, uses spray oil. . . don't they? While my 'Tripoline' pasta was boiling I added the nettles to the pan with the courgette and stirred them around until they were cooked.
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Tripoline
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I must say this 'Tripoline' strikes me as being considerably posher than spaghetti. When the pasta was cooked I added the nettles courgette and crumbled Feta cheese. I combined all the ingredients together well and seasoned with plenty of salt and pepper. Rather delicious even if I do say so myself.
This Italian 'folk' saying seems rather apt:
Italian: Nessuno conosce che cosa sta cucinando nella vaschetta meglio di chi fa la mescolatura.
English: No one knows what is cooking in the pan better than the one doing the stirring.
In this house that is too true!
