I once had an adorable little lady sandwich of goat cheese and olive tapenade at Moby’s adorable little lady of an eatery, Teany, on the Lower East Side. (Recommended side stops: Economy Candy, Babes in Toyland, Orchard Corset.) I’d had at least a bite of everybody’s everything at our table that day, but remember nothing except the olive and goat cheese thing, which was sharp and smoky and salty and wonderful. Been wanting to have that combo again, and I’ve found a way to do it without giving more money to Moby, which we all know he'll just blow on crack whores and firearms.
FreshDirect’s Black Olive Tapenade and Goat Cheese Rounds. They come frozen, and you bake ‘em “until the edges of the cheese flowers are lightly browned.” (Hey! Isn’t that a Moby lyric?) At about a buck a bite, you’ll wanna watch the oven closely. And don’t fret when you open the box and it looks like you’ve paid $10.99 for a dozen squirts of aerosol cheese on a Ritz. They puff. Then they delight. Then they make you ponder all the eleven dollar cab rides you coulda done without.
Not as pleasingly sharp and toasty textural as the teeny Teany version, but these more than make up for it with the addition of buttery pastry and a bit of onion. The repeatin’ sort. The description suggests these “blossoms” are, “Perfect with a glass of Gewurztraminer.” I say the tasty eyeball lookin’ things would be just as lovely with a can of Beast and a good belch.
FreshDirect’s Black Olive Tapenade and Goat Cheese Rounds. They come frozen, and you bake ‘em “until the edges of the cheese flowers are lightly browned.” (Hey! Isn’t that a Moby lyric?) At about a buck a bite, you’ll wanna watch the oven closely. And don’t fret when you open the box and it looks like you’ve paid $10.99 for a dozen squirts of aerosol cheese on a Ritz. They puff. Then they delight. Then they make you ponder all the eleven dollar cab rides you coulda done without.
Not as pleasingly sharp and toasty textural as the teeny Teany version, but these more than make up for it with the addition of buttery pastry and a bit of onion. The repeatin’ sort. The description suggests these “blossoms” are, “Perfect with a glass of Gewurztraminer.” I say the tasty eyeball lookin’ things would be just as lovely with a can of Beast and a good belch.
And another dozen.
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