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Squash Tart with Herbs and Feta

Squash Tart with Herbs and Feta
Prep time: 45
Yield:1 ()

Ingredients:

  • 2 clv garlic, peeled and minced
  • 2 T very good, extra virgin olive oil
  • 0 salt and pepper
  • 0 enough phyllo dough to make 8 layers (adjust the sheet count to your pan size)
  • 4 T unsalted butter, melted
  • 0 kalamata olives, to taste
  • 4 oz crumbled feta cheese
  • 1 c loosely packed mixed herbs (parsley, chervil, thyme, oregano etc)
  • 4 summer squash (about 6 inches long)

Directions

Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Mix the herbs and garlic together with the oil and enough salt and pepper to make you happy. Unfold the phyllo dough; cover the dough with a very lightly damp paper towel. Brush a quarter sheet sized baking pan with some of the melted butter. Press as many sheets as necessary to cover the bottoms and rims of an entire baking sheet. It is fine to overlap in the center. Lightly brush the dough with more butter. Repeat, repeat. Including the butter between each layer. Until you have 8 complete layers. Which means my sheets and my size pan required 32 sheets of phyllo. Do you get my meaning? Spread the herb and olive oil mixture over the bottom of the phyllo lined pan. Layer the zucchini, in multiple layers, taking care to overlap each layer in an attractive manner. If you are using more than one kind or color (as I did) put your artists cap on and MAKE IT PRETTY! Top the tart with the olives and crumbled feta. Bake until well browned on the edges; about 30 minutes. Let the tart cool slightly before slicing. Garnish with more fresh herbs and a big drizzle of olive oil. Serve warm, or very soon after. This tart does not keep, well so keep eating until it is finished.

Notes:

serves 8 Source: adapted from Martha Stewart Living

summer squash as artCan squash be art?

Is zucchini life...

One is a question, the other a metaphor.

But, here I am (was, it is all so existential) walking through the Hollywood Farmers Market looking for inspiration for this week's Market Matters. I see a golden glow. I think. What can that golden glow be? I push my way through the crowd (why do they always put the "free" samples right in front of the golden glow?)

Everyone thinks I am in line to taste yet another lovely strawberry. But no, I am drawn towards the light.

The lovely golden light. The light that speaks of harps and angels.

Is this my moment?

Should I head TOWARDS THE LIGHT?

Oh... but, I'm too young to die. I have too much living to do. Too much to say. Too much to feel. Too many places to go.

Oh, but the light. The light! I wish this woman, who is licking each strawberry clean before feeding it to her toddler, would get a move on. The light! is calling me.

I am resigned. Wherever the light! takes me. I shall follow…

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