About the music: During our conversations over what music we would be pairing with this delicious tapenade, we sparked an interesting debate – what really classifies as cocktail hour/appetizer music? Clearly this question doesn’t have a single answer as we realized that there are simply too many different types of occasions for such an event that a single music genre would be unfair. So, we thought about it, drank a little bit of chocolate milk (because it’s delicious), thought some more, and decided that this specific dish was best enjoyed with a myriad of the smoothest Funky-Jazz around. Why you might ask? Well because this tapenade is light, tangy and, if anything, a little different. We haven’t really delved into this genre before on Sandwich Funk and we thought it was about damn time we did so. As you whip up this pre-party secret weapon let the sounds of Ernest Ranglin, George Benson, Les MacCann & Orgone vibrate the inner workings of your ear-drums, and think to yourself, “Hey, I’ve heard this song. Wait, have I?”
Prep Time: 5-20 minutes
4 ounces dried figs
4 ounces sun-dried tomatoes
1/2 cup Kalamata olives
1/2 cup green olives, pimiento-stuffed
2-3 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
1 teaspoon minced fresh rosemary
1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar
Directions: This recipe has two speeds of preparation, food processor or hand mince. If you have a food processor, by all means us it, because let me tell you a little something about finely chopping figs…it’s teeeeerrribbllleeee.
Anyways, now that that’s out of the way, hit play on this finely crafted playlist of funky jazz sounds and let’s get tapenading. Mince the figs, olives and sun-dried tomatoes as finely as you can either in a food processor or by hand. Mix the chopped goodness together in a bowl and work in the rosemary, balsamic vinegar and olive oil, It’s best to do this part by hand because you can get a better idea of how the texture is coming together – add extra olive oil if needed.
Welp, that’s pretty much it. Either you’ll love it, or the process of hand chopping figs will have scared you so deeply that the thought of consuming them forces you into a manic state of depression.