For the last 5 years CrabCake 2 has been fascinated by The Tour de France. It started with the last of the Lance Armstrong years and has continued on, unabated through rider defections, retirements and doping scandals. Everyday, he wakes up at the crack of whatever and plops himself in front of the TV to watch the race and listen to Phil Liggett and Paul Sherwin announce the day's action.
CC2 has become a true fanatic and connoisseur. Now, being middle-aged, to me the Tour is little more than a rolling example of better living through chemistry. Despite organizers' efforts, there is a car-wreck fascination with keeping track of the banished, performance-enhancing-drugged rider count. That said, there is still something mesmerizing about watching over a 100 riders attempt to complete the 2300 mile race.
The ultimate moment of the Tour comes in the Alps. The stage, (this year the 17th of 21), is a 130.8 mile race through the mountains, culminating with a 10 mile, virtually vertical ride to the summit of L'Alpe-d'Huez.
For most of the last ten miles the thousands of spectators are in no way separated from the riders. As the racers slow, having completed 121 miles of riding, and climb the final ascent at a mere 15 miles per hour, the spectators surround the riders, shouting encouragement or slurs while running along side.
Here's what I've observed about the fans. They are almost exclusively white, or pink depending on the depth of their sunburns. They spend a great deal of time with virtually no talent to develop costumes mirroring the colors of their favorite team or home country. They are oblivious to the fact that they may affect the outcome of the race by hitting a rider or being hit by one of the accompanying vehicles in the motorcade. And, while I can't speak to the riders, the fans certainly seem to be juiced on performance debilitating drugs that make their ability to remain upright an athletic accomplishment in and of itself.
Stewed white people. Ah, summer in France.
Well that roundabout trip brings us to today's recipe. It suffers from a somewhat unappealing name, Stewed White Beans, but don't let that deter you. It's a great side dish for just about any meal. It's also flavorful and nutritious enough to serve to your vegetarian friends as a main course. Amusez vous.
Stewed White Beans
from Weber's Real Grilling
1 can (14 oz.) diced tomatoes (do not drain)
2 TBSP olive oil
1/2 cup finely diced yellow onion
1 TBSP minced garlic
1/4 tsp red pepper flakes (optional)
2 cans (14 oz each), (white) cannellini beans
1/4 cup lightly packed, torn fresh basil leaves
In a medium saucepan over medium heat, warm the oil, then cook the onion, garlic and pepper flakes until softened, about 3 minutes. Add the tomatoes and beans, stir well to combine. Season with salt & pepper.
Bring the beans to a boil, reduce heat to low and simmer for 15 minutes.
Remove beans from heat. Allow to cool slightly and add torn basil leaves. Serve.
There you have it. Open a few cans, saute a little bit, simmer some and you end up with a very versatile side dish. Roast or grill something to go with the beans, sit down in front of the TV and watch the race. Vive la France, Vive la Tour.
A la prochaine, you can do it, you can cook.