If one lived on the Mediterranean one would have a different name for this.
I don’t and it’s my recipe so I’ll name it as I choose.
It has the flavors of many recipes found in countries bordering the Med. Sea: feta, capers, olives, tomatoes.
It’s a bright, somewhat briny sauce and we love it.
It’s also, usually, the last pasta sauce of the season….. We’re starting salads, now.
You can, of course, use any kind of pasta.
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Tagliatelle with Mediterranean Meat Sauce
This is a simple sauce with lots of flavors from pantry and fridge.
- Prep Time: 10 minutes
- Cook Time: 30 minutes
- Total Time: 40 minutes
- Yield: 2 servings 1x
- Category: Pasta
- 12oz (350gr) ground beef (mince)
- 1/2 red pepper, chopped
- 1 onion, chopped
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 1/4 cup sherry
- 1/4 cup beef stock
- 15oz (450gr) whole tomatoes, peeled, chopped, juices reserved
- 2 tsp smoked paprika
- 1 tsp oregano
- 1 tsp basil
- 1 tbs olive oil
- 1/3 cup mixed green and black olives, chopped
- 2 tbs capers
- 3oz (90gr) feta, crumbled
- 4oz (120gr) tagliatelli
- Cook pasta according to package directions. When done, drain.
- Heat 1 tbs oil in large skillet.
- Add the paprika, onion, pepper, garlic, and sauté over medium heat for 5 minutes.
- Add the beef and sauté, breaking it up as it browns.
- Add the tomatoes, juices, sherry, stock and herbs.
- Bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer, uncovered until the sauce reduces and thickens, about 20 minutes.
- Stir the olives and capers into the sauce and simmer another minute.
- Remove sauce from heat and gently stir in feta.
- Spoon over pasta and serve.
Use any type of olive you like…. add a few more if you skip the capers.
- Serving Size: 1/2 recipe
- Calories: 720
- Sugar: 14.6 g
- Sodium: 1373.6 mg
- Fat: 25.5 g
- Saturated Fat: 10.5 g
- Trans Fat: 0.2 g
- Carbohydrates: 67 g
- Fiber: 9.6 g
- Protein: 54.6 g
- Cholesterol: 139.5 mg
Keywords: ground beef, meat sauce. Med flavors
I haven’t told a story in awhile…. And this is a nice story.
We need nice stories.
I grew up on the Mississippi River, just south of Minneapolis.
No, not on a raft like Huck Finn, but in one of the many small towns on either side.
The one I grew up in, on the Wisconsin side (the other side being Minnesota), had a population of 287 when I was born.
Now it’s 385.
On a particular Saturday in the spring, the population increases by thousands of people, in full leather, riding Harley’s.
It’s the Flood Run.
The Flood Run is an annual event, commemorating the devastating flood of ’65, when a group of bikers came to the little villages on the Mississippi, below Lake Pepin, to help sandbag the shore.
The small towns up and down the riverbanks were so appreciative that they offered free food and beer (it is Wisconsin, after all) in thanks.
The bikers have been back every year since – and every town has a ‘beer tent’ and barbecue for them….although, with all of the cops around these days, there may be some bottled water consumed, as well. And it’s no longer free.
When I was young it would be 40 or 50 bikes.
A few years ago, when I was there, driving along the river was next to impossible: in the 8 mile stretch between Nelson and Pepin it was one continuous line of bikers (mainly Harley’s) staggered (not quite side by side, but close) the entire way.
In little Nelson the bikes were parked liked sardines as far as one could see in both directions going out of town.
It has gotten to be quite the legitimate event, raising money for the Gillette Children’s Hospital.
But, with all of these ‘boys ( and girls) and their toys’ it seems like more of an opportunity to see whose is biggest 😉
The run starts in Minneapolis and goes down the Wisconsin side of the river some 120 miles, then crosses over to return on the Minnesota side. It’s a beautiful drive at any time of year and the locals in the small towns are make the most of nature, with gift shops, antique shops, ice cream stands and anything else to make a few dollars cropping up like dandelions (spring, and all that).
So no one gets left out, on another weekend in May, there is the “100 mile garage sale” (boot sale, rummage sale, whatever….one person’s junk is another’s treasure).
Everyone on both sides of the river is invited to participate: put your junk stuff on a table, slap a price tag on it and prepare to do some serious haggling.
Then it’s cars and pick-up trucks that line the roads (no room on a bike for the goodies) as the folks from the ‘Cities’ (Minneapolis and St. Paul) drive down the river road in search of the undiscovered prizes (like the Van Gogh that the locals thought was ugly so had it in their chicken shed blocking a window…or was it a Renoir?).
This is spring in the Midwest – when the frozen north finally thaws.