Tonight I had the urge to go to my favorite Irish pub and not debate about dinner. Due to my prodding boyfriend and my terrible guilt-inducing personality, though, I determined to make mushroom tartlets instead. I have been dealing with a mushroom obsession of late; so this appealed to me more than slightly.
When I perused the refrigerator, I realized that a package of puff pastry dough has been sitting there, unused and neglected, for nearly weeks. I have never been one to love the texture of phyllo, but I decided to substitute that for my basic flour-plus-water-&-spices dough concoction.
It looked far more like paper than I could have imagined. When I opened it I thought perhaps the world was playing a practical joke on me --
This began with some saute-ing of olive oil, onions, and basil. Then I added a lil' red wine and a ton of chopped mushrooms. That brewed for a while while I spread almost a stick of butter on a sheet o' the flabbergasting phyllo dough.
And after digging in --
As a side note, here is what Bean made alongside me for the night; stuffed peppers. He spent a long while brewing up some delectable risotto with Italian cheese, and spinach. Then stuffed it into peppers and baked it simultaneously with mine. It looked good except that I absolutely cannot stand any smell or taste of peppers!