This post is a long time coming. Over a month ago, I’d picked out this recipe, cooked it up, snapped tons of photos, down-loaded them, edited them, carefully typed-out the recipe, wrote a few words extolling the loveliness of this dish, and then for some reason, decided to wait overnight to post it. And then, during that overnight wait, something really bad happened. My computer crashed. Just died in its sleep, taking my day’s worth of work, and way too many gigabytes’ worth of other days’ hard work too, with it to the digital underworld.
A few confusing phone calls to an overseas help desk didn’t help much, just left me more hopeless than I’d been before, and pretty thoroughly convinced that the hard drive was totally fried. To make matters worse, I simultaneously stumbled into some very murky, despairing problems with our on-line back-up service. It looked like everything was gone for good.
And then a computer genius named Dan fortuitously came into our lives, took our sick hard drive for a few days, worked some impressive magic, recovered all our pictures, documents and even music, and all-around totally saved the day. Suffice it to say, we have a new hero. Thank you, thank you, Computer Dan!
But, there was still one not so little problem to deal with. Even though we recovered all our lost files and documents, they were now completely disorganized. Nothing was named, nothing carefully arranged anymore within those cute folder icons. No order or sense to it whatsoever. Just one long (really, really long, like probably at least fifty-thousand or so long, because each file was copied about a dozen times, I think as a safety measure, but I’m not exactly sure why) list of numbered documents, each of which had to be opened, re-named and re-organized. Luckily I love to organize things, and so I tackled this project with about as much gusto as is humanly possible. So now, a couple times a day, when I have a spare few minutes, and want to indulge in a bit of mindless organizing, I’ll sort through a small corner of the mess, working my way a little closer to the ultimate neat and orderly end goal. I’m about a third of the way through now.
It’s not been all that bad. Actually a little bit fun, and pleasantly nostalgic, stumbling every now and again across favorite wedding pictures, forgotten recipes or old projects from culinary school. And to boot, every once and a while, I’ll open a file and up will pop a photo from the night before the big crash. So, one by one, I’ve collected these pretty pictures of freshly scrubbed carrots and simmering orzo, and tucked them away in a special folder. And once that folder was sufficiently full, I figured it was time to attempt this post again. And so, here we go, and you can be sure I’ll click “publish” right as soon as I’ve typed the last word. No waiting for tomorrow, this time ‘round!
And now, I’ve all of a sudden realized that I’ve been going on and on about this dang computer for a kind of really long time now. You’re curiosity about my computer woes is most likely totally satisfied at this point, I’m sure. Sorry to ramble, but I guess I’m just feeling a little bit guilty for not posting so often lately, and I wanted you all to know why. Needless to say, the blogging’s been rough-going here for a while now, but I’m pretty confident that I’ll find my natural stride again sometime soon. In the meantime, thanks for being so patient!
So, let’s talk about this Carrot Orzo. It’s a recipe I’d picked up in culinary school. It’s funny, but I don’t often prepare dishes learned in my cooking classes. I learned tons and tons, and got so much out of school – theory, technique, special tricks and classic methods – and it’s all absolutely priceless to me. But to me, culinary school was never about collecting recipes. And so, this one dish is a very rare case. I remember the day I first made it, and all through the preparation I thought it was nothing special. And then I took one little taste, and I fell hard for it. Loved it straight away. I emailed the recipe to my mom that night (who fell in love at first taste too), and made it again for our own dinner within a week.
Now I realize that carrots can tend to end up on the boring end of the vegetable spectrum. But nonetheless, this dish on the whole is pretty exciting, thanks in good part to the adorably nimble specks of orzo, which always add such a dose of fun. Simmered in rich chicken stock, and with just a touch of freshly minced garlic, the carrots and orzo soak up immense amounts of flavor, absorbing the golden liquid and becoming tender and creamy. Once cooked, the always amazing ingredients of Parmesan, green onions and rosemary are added. The parmesan adds an earthy, salty richness, and ups the creamy factor ten-fold. The minced green onions add a small, spicy bite of fresh greenness. And the rosemary, ah the rosemary adds ages of complexity and leagues of depth. It was this floral wave of rosemary that first had me smitten with this dish. Like a gorgeous ribbon wrapped around a simple present, the rosemary ties all these singular ingredients together into an incredible gift of a dish.
And so, my friends, you really should try out this dish. It’s pretty simple, and totally great alongside any sort of meat you might be having for dinner. On the night I made this for Ben & myself, we had it alongside grilled pork chops and a simpler version of this kale salad. But it would be wonderful with roasted chicken or grilled steaks or even lamb chops. Delicious with anything really. So, don’t wait to try it out for yourselves, because really, you’ve waited long enough for this recipe already!