Ghetto Bruschetta

Here is how to make a Sunday night poem, or maybe its more of a limerick....

1. Buy grape tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, pitted black olives that smell of lye.
2. Sever the tomatoes and olives in half, so that their fleshy insides and pulpy hearts spill out into a bowl. Or a tinfoil pan, which is sometimes more appropriate. Mix cheese and tomatoes and olives all together like they ASKED for it.
3. Throw in lots of garlic, salt, pepper, oregano, basil, red pepper, and a quick dash of olive oil.
4. Let it sit on your counter, marinating, for at least two hours.
5. Toast thick cut Italian bread spread with lots of butter in oven until slightly dry and crusty. DO NOT OVER TOAST.
6. Go to your friends house. Put your building blocks of art high on the counter so the cat won't eat them, though you don't think cats should like tomatoes. Give your friend a box full of Florentines and raspberry sandwich cookies. Watch Mongol while earnestly devouring cookies, and when they are all gone, but the movie is still going, offer to make your appetizer.
7. Spread the tomato salad on the slices of bread, and stick under the broiler on low. Nervously pace kitchen, hoping you don't burn them. Remove once cheese is melted.
8. Eat and be extremely happy. Extremely happy. Promise at least twice to make this again. This week.
9. Be mad at yourself for eating them all before you took pictures.