mardi, août 09, 2005

Mozzarella en Aubergine et Sauce Tomate


  • 1 aubergine
  • huile d'olive
  • 1 boule de mozzarella, emiettee


  • 1 boite de thon au naturel, emiette

  • 400g de pulpe de tomates
  • 1 oignon, hache
  • origan


  • 2 gousses d'ail, finement hachées
  • quelques feuilles de basilic frais (ou persil à défaut), hachées

  • Detailler l'aubergine dans la longueur en 8 tranches et hacher ce qui reste
    Disposer les tranches sur une plaque de cuisson huilee
    Assaisonner : saler et verser un filet d'huile d'olive
    Rotir 15min a 160 C
    Faire revenir l'oignon et le reste d'aubergine dans un peu d''huile
    Ajouter les tomates
    Assaisonner de sel et d'origan
    Laisser fremir a feu doux
    Melanger le thon et la mozzarella
    Former des boules et disposer sur les tranches d'aubergine refroidies
    Rouler chaque tranche garnie et la placer dans un plat a gratin
    Verser la sauce tomate par dessus
    Enfourner 20min a 170-180 C.

    Les quantites valent pour deux personnes, a servir avec du pain ou du riz.

    "Now this is the first time we've been alone and in a position to talk for years," said Dean. And he talked all night. As in a dream, we were zooming back through sleeping Washington and back in the Virginia wilds, crossing the Appomattox River at daybreak, pulling up at my brother's door at eight A.M. And all this time Dean was tremendously excited about everything he saw, everything he talked about, every detail of every moment that passed. He was out of his mind with real belief. "And of course now no one can tell us that there is no God. We've passed through all forms. You remember, Sal, when I first came to New York and I wanted Chad King to teach me about Nietzsche. You see how long ago? Everything is fine, God exists, we know time. Everything since the Greeks has been predicated wrong. You can't make it with geometry and geometrical systems of thinking. It's all this!" He wrapped his finger in his fist; the car hugged the line straight and true. "And not only that but we both understand that I couldn't have time to explain why I know and you know God exists." At one point I moaned about life's troubles-how poor my family was, how much I wanted to help Lucille, who was also poor and had a daughter. "Troubles, you see, is the generalization-word for what God exists in. The thing is not to get hung-up. My head rings!" he cried, clasping his head. He rushed out of the car like Groucho Marx to get cigarettes- that furious, ground-hugging walk with the coattails flying, except that he had no coattails. "Since Denver, Sal, a lot of things- Oh, the things-I've thought and thought. I used to be in reform school all the time, I was a young punk, asserting myself-stealing cars a psychological expression of my position, hincty to show. All my jail-problems are pretty straight now. As far as I know I shall never be in jail again. The rest is not my fault." We passed a little kid who was throwing stones at the cars in the road. "Think of it," said Dean. "One day he'll put a stone through a man's windshield and the man will crash and die-all on account of that little kid. You see what I mean? God exists without qualms. As we roll along this way 1 am positive beyond doubt that everything will be taken care of for us-that even you, as you drive, fearful of the wheel" (I hated to drive and drove carefully)-"the thing will go along of itself and you won't go off the road and I can sleep. Furthermore we know America, we're at home; I can go anywhere in America and get what I want because it's the same in every corner, I know the people, I know what they do. We give and take and go in the incredibly complicated sweetness zigzagging every side." There was nothing clear about the things he said, but what he meant to say was somehow made pure and clear. He used the word "pure" a great deal. I had never dreamed Dean would become a mystic. These were the first days of his mysticism, which would lead to the strange, ragged W. C. Fields saintliness of his later days.

    Jack Kerouac, On the road

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