Grilled Vegetable Pouches

These thinly sliced grilled zucchini and eggplant pouches are easy peas-ey. These were actually easier than peas. Do not leave the macerated-in-beer birthday boy in charge of the peas.

For mancying up your tapas, you can pull the skewer out and transplant the visible holes with a thyme or rosemary skewer.
You can probably use feta or goat cheese but the firmer goat mozzarella doesn’t melt as quickly which gives the vegetables more time to grill properly.

Soundtrack: Lil Wayne- John

Serves 4 tapas style.

100g of goat mozzarella, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
1 zucchini
1 eggplant
2 tbsp olive oil
1 tbsp grapeseed oil
4 stems thyme
1 tbsp minced garlic
1 tsp black pepper
6 skewers

If you’re using bamboo skewers soak them in water while you prepare everything.
Mix the oil, thyme, garlic and pepper in little bowl and set aside.
Using a peeler or mandolin- thinly slice the zucchinis and eggplants (rubbing the eggplant with lemon to prevent browning).
Wrap a cube of cheese in one slice, and then in the opposite direction wrap the cheese and the first strip in another strip. Place your vegetable little package in a dish. When all the cheese and vegetables are wrapped coat them all the seasoned oil. After they’ve all been coated evenly, spear them all, putting three or four packages on one skewer.

Place on a hot hot grill (if you have a Niki, get him to turn the thing on) and get nice grill marks on either side which should take less than 2 minutes on each side. You will want a grill spatula and tongs on hand to prevent squishing the packages too much when the cheese gets gooey.

Serve hot, skewered or un-.


A Postscript from Niki: I would just like to take a moment to defend my honour. It was not my fault that I received a flask pre-filled with my favourite uncle – Uncle Jamie the Irish Pervert – and two Heineken mini-kegs with an assortment of European tall boys. Squid, anyone in my position would have made the same mistake and added the first available liquid to your pesto to make it blend. I thought it was rather felicitous that I happened to have a bottle of riesling at hand. I realised, only too late, that I hate white wine. And, so too did the peanut gallery.