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Rustic Dinner

Since I haven't posted a recipe in a while, and it's not the birthday of anyone notable, here is what we had for dinner last evening. I made some modifications that I have noted in parentheses):

Fontina, Prosciutto, and Caramelized Onion Pizzas
From Food & Wine, December 2006
Serve 4

Dough:
1 envelope active dry yeast
1 cup warm water
pinch of sugar
1 teaspoon extra-virgin olive oil
1 teaspoon chopped thyme
1 teaspoon salt
About 2 1/3 cups flour

Toppings:
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
2 pounds white onions (I used 1 1/2 vidalia onion, roughly chopped)
Salt and pepper to taste
3/4 pound Fontina cheese, sliced (I used Gruyere instead because I can't stand the smell of Fontina. It's tough to grate, but it adds a nice texture and subtle flavor--I also added a healthy amount of Parmesan)
8 thin slices prosciutto, roughly chopped
3-4 leaves basil, chopped

-In a small bowl, combine yeast, water and sugar and let stand 5 minutes. In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with a mixing paddle, combine flour, salt, and thyme. Add oil and yeast mixture and mix until dough forms. Using the kneading hook, knead 2 to 3 minutes, adding flour if necessary until dough is soft and silky. Shape into a ball and put in a large, oiled bowl. Cover and let rise until doubled in size, about 1 hour.

-Preheat oven to 450. Oil 2 large baking sheets. Heat the olive oil in a large skillet. Add onions and stir to coat. Cover and cook over moderate heat, stirring, until onions are soft, about 5 minutes. Uncover and cook until golden brown, about 8 minutes longer. Season with salt and pepper. Cool.

-Punch down dough and turn it out onto a lightly floured work surface. Divide into 8 equal pieces. Roll each piece out to a 9x3 inch rectangle and arrange on prepared baking sheets. Top each with onions, prosciutto, and cheese (this is where I added the Parmesan). Bake 20 to 25 minutes, or until golden and crisp. Sprinkle with basil.

Comments

Sassy Sundry said…
I'd skip the posciutto, but it sounds wonderful. Good for you for making your own dough. I hate recipes that call for the store-bought crap.
Sounds yummy but i despair that people have such time! It's probably just better management required but i don't know how i'd manage to make my own dough after a day's work!
I don't mean you're sitting around with bags of time, sorry it sounded a bit like that! I just meant, wow how do you do it?
Scout said…
Sassy, I LOVE proscuitto, but what really makes this great are the carmalized onions. Yum.

Lynn, if I worked the standard 9 to 5, I couldn't do it, but I am home by 3 on most days, so I can stand to put a little extra time into dinner on occasion.
sounds like a very good dish mmmm mmmm. This also seems a little laborious for me to make

thanks for sharing Robyn
dive said…
Okay, so my keyboard's full of drool again. Thanks for that, Robyn.

Hey, Sassy. Use smoked wild mushrooms instead of the prosciutto. I find they work well as a veggie substitute diced in carbonara sauce, too.
Gina said…
Sounds delicious! I think I need to eat some breakfast now.
Miz Minka said…
Oh, now I'm hungry!! I LOVE prosciutto.

I still have your recipe for that phyllo-dough savory cheese cake thingy on my fridge. The potential calories scare me, though...and I haven't had time, either.

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