One thing my mom has always been really good at is giving me a challenge to complete. And alongside that, she also gifted me the genetic drive to want, nay, the need to complete every challenge to award myself the ultimate satisfaction.
So when she handed me a bag of farro and a jar of artichoke hearts, the challenge was proffered. And I accepted.
Plus, she always offers to buy whatever other ingredients I need. Can’t resist that offer.
Farro with Mushrooms & Artichokes Printable Recipe Card
- 2 C cooked farro (instructions below)
- 2 T butter
- 3 shallots (or one small onion), diced
- 16 oz mushrooms, sliced (I used bella, but others would work)
- 1 small can artichoke hearts, quartered (I used the kind packed in water, not oil)
- 1 t dried ground thyme
- 1/2 t sea salt
- 1/2 C dry white wine (I used a Sauvignon Blanc)
Start off by pre-cooking the farro. Bring two cups of water to a boil and 1 C freshly rinsed farro. Cover and reduce the heat to medium-low, stirring occasionally, until the water is absorbed and the farro is tender (about 25-30 minutes).
And farro, by the way, is delicious. Kinda like barley, if you’ve never had it. In fact, you can sub barley in for this recipe, or use any other grain (spelt? brown rice? The world is your oyster).
Once the farro is nearly ready, melt the butter in a large saucepan over medium heat. Add the shallots and cook until translucent, then toss in the mushrooms (it’d probably be a good idea to do the mushrooms in two batches so you don’t crowd them–Julie & Julia, anyone?). Once most of the liquid is cooked out of the mushrooms, add the remaining ingredients (including the cooked farro), and simmer on low until the rest of the liquid cooks down.
Oh, man. Yum.
Season with salt and pepper to taste.
The farro gets a nice and creamy taste (without cream!), thanks to all the liquid that cooks with it. Plus, can you really go wrong with butter, mushrooms, and white wine?
I mean, not really. No. The answer is no. You can’t go wrong.
And if you were to imbibe in a refreshing glass of wine while this is bubbling away on the stove, no one could blame you. I certainly wouldn’t.
Add some grilled tuna steaks to this meal, and you have really sealed the deal. I’d come over for dinner. You can invite me at email@example.com or on my Facebook page.
No, really. Or invite Fritz over, because he’s all alone on Long Island, and probably hungry. And Henry? He’s definitely starving. Always is.