Nameless? Italian Summer Veggies

This meal was a throw together meal. Do you ever have those in your house? Usually they are the best meals, and if you don't write down how you make it, it can never be made the same way again.....

Whoever invented the zucchini ribbons to put in place of pasta, that person is a genius. I just love this stuff.

I used a summer squash to make my ribbons.

Make your ribbons with a potato peeler, place them in a colander, salt them, and then let them sit in the brine for a few hours.

When I am making the squash ribbons, I usually let them sit in the brine from lunch time until dinner time.

All you have to do is heat an empty skillet....*note: coat the skillet lightly with cooking spray. The last time I made these, I threw the ribbons in a hot empty skillet with no spray. For some reason the zucchini ruined the Teflon in my skillet. Yup, ate it right off.....and it was an expensive skillet too. I cried when I had to throw it away. Once the Teflon is ruined, there is no fixing it. Or maybe there is....something I don't know about?

This evening I was staring at cherry tomatoes, garden onion, a half bag of spinach, and left-over sweet corn cut off the cob.

I dug through the frig and kept adding things.....

I'm going to try and put this in recipe form for you.

Italian Summer Veggies

1 summer squash peeled into ribbons (you don't want the seed part)

cooking spray

1 TBS olive oil

3 small onions from the garden, sliced

1 c. cherry tomatoes, sliced in half

1 heaping cup of sweet corn cut off the cob

1 tsp. chopped garlic

1/2 large bag of fresh baby spinach

Italian seasoning sprinkled on top (I don't know the amount, but if I would have to guess, I would say 1 TBS)

crushed black pepper

I sauteed the onion, tomatoes, sweet corn, and garlic in olive oil for about 3-5 minutes on med/high heat. Added the spinach, crushed black pepper, and Italian seasoning. Stirred until spinach started to wilt. Placed a lid on top and turned down the heat to low.

While the spinach finished wilting, I heated my skillet for the ribbons. You don't want to cook the ribbons, just get them hot. It only takes a couple minutes.

Place the hot ribbons on your plate and top with veggie mixture.

I didn't have a name for this recipe, so I turned to my Facebook fans for ideas. I had some pretty interesting names for this dish:

"Shoulda left out the tomatoes"

"Tuscan Delight"

"Italian Summer Veggies"

I like the sound of "Italian Summer Veggies". What do you think?

Sharon Lynn Maynard Gentry is the one that suggested the title. Thank you Sharon!!

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Ecclesiastes 1:8

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