Roasted Vegetable Pastry Slice

I’ve always been fascinated by the human condition. What’s that supposed to mean, I hear you ask. Well rather than explain myself with some psychobabble (I could do that you know. I could write a load of pompous twaddle which you might or might not agree with) I shall give you a real-life example.


Now for some reason people act entirely differently when driving a car, compared to, say, sitting on the toilet. Not a great comparison but it’s all I can think of. A (female) psychiatrist wrote this was because a car represents one of the last few remaining expressions of territoriality, where the individual feels cocooned and protected from the outside world. It’s like a metal womb on wheels. And it needs to be defended at all costs from the marauding enemy (that is, everyone else on the road; especially cyclists).

Which might go some way to explaining why I can’t behave myself in my car. Only the other day I had the following experience:

‘No, I will not pull over Mr Crappy-2.0-litre-BMW-X1-shite-mobile, just because you want to get in front of me. What I will do is accelerate away from you every time you get near my bumper and then slow down again so you can catch me up.

Then, once you start tailgating me again I will accelerate away from you again and leave you standing, because you don’t have the power to keep up. You tosser. And I will repeat this all the way to the M3. You arse-gap.  Then I will stay in the middle lane whilst you zoom passed me only to move into the middle lane to and stay there. Prick.

Anyway the connection between this diatribe on the foibles of modern man and Roasted Vegetable Pastry Slice are spurious to say the least. Actually there is no connection at all, I just felt like venting spleen.


I could talk about the calming properties of feta cheese, or the smoothing powers of roasted shallots but come on we all know the best way to calm down after a stressy commute is to grab a glass of Jack D with ice and a decent Cuban, and watch The Simpsons (re the Cuban: I am referring to the rolled tobacco product nothing else. And if you’re American…well sorry about that)

Roasted Vegetable Pastry Slice

  • 1 block puff pastry
  • 2 tbsp pesto
  • 12 shallots
  • Punnet cherry tomatoes
  • 1 block feta cheese
  • 7 or 8 spring onions
  • Good Glug Olive oil
  • Large handful fresh basil
  • Dash Balsamic vinegar
  • Salt and Pepper

First heat the oven to 180 Centigrade. Peel the shallots and place in a baking tray. Drizzle with olive oil and cook for about 10 mins.


Meanwhile lay the pastry on another baking tray, lined with greaseproof paper.


Spread the pesto over the pastry leaving a 1 inch gap around the edge.


Chop up the spring onions, halve the tomatoes and break up the feta cheese into chunks. Sprinkle the spring onions over the pastry, then add the tomatoes.


Lastly add the cheese and the onions and half the basil. Season with salt and pepper.


Brush the edges of the pastry with beaten egg and bake for 5 mins.


Remove from the oven and if the pastry is browning too quickly, cover with strips of foil and return to the oven so the centre continues to cook for 5 to 7 minutes more.


Remove from the oven, sprinkle on the remaining basil and serve.


Serve straight up, or with some salad and mayo, and of course you’ll need a glass of cold white wine!


29 thoughts on “Roasted Vegetable Pastry Slice

  1. First this looks delicious. Second, I do like a good rant about driving. My pet hate is people who drive at 40. Several times a week I drive a route that starts 30 and then goes to 50 and then back to 30. Why, oh why, when someone has decided the leafy, green section could be driven at 50, does 40 seems like a good idea? And when it is a built up area, with nearby schools and cycle lanes, does 40 seem like a good idea? THE SPEED LIMIT IN NEITHER PLACE IS 40 YOU IDIOTS!! (Disclaimer: I absolutely believe in driving at 40 when it is 40).

    A friend told me a long time ago that the way to deal with tailgaters is to decide that is the best moment to squirt your washers, and give your windscreen a bit of a clean. If they’re too close their windscreen will also get wet and they’ll also have to put their wipers on, and they’ll back off. This is my plan A approach and I’d say 90% of the time it works. And there’s a bit of satisfaction in ‘making’ the numbnut behind you have to also wash his (other genders are available) windscreen. 😀

    • Thats a good thing re the washers – i think most tailgaters are oblivious to what they are doing. Of course there are still the psychos who want to drive right over you….

  2. Oooh, a lovely and simpler alternative to pie. Except for the shallots, those are all my favourite ingredients! 😀
    I’m a woman who happens to be a terrible, low-confidence driver so I will gracefully stay silent on the topic of driving…

  3. I loved your diatribe about other drivers, and also your recipe, so have reblogged –

    The other day I was tootling along in my bus when I reached a “form one lane” section of road. Now, whichever vehicle is in the front has right of way at the form one late sections of road. I was aware that I had just nosed past a car which was on my right. I whacked my blinker on and started to merge over right, expecting the ning nong in the car I had just passed to either give way or speed up to get infront of the bus as most people suffer from beat-the-bus syndrome. Nope, this dipshit did nothing of the sort. He/she chose to simply sit in the same place in the lane, seemingly oblivious to the bus that was bearing down on him/her. I was driving along in the gutter/bike lane for quite a while before I managed to get up enough speed to over take said ning nong and actually claim the lane. Truly. I wonder how some people even find their way out of bed and into the world every morning!

    • I feel your pain – I have to negotiate several two to one lanes on the way to work – there is always someone somewhere who just won’t play the filter game and just insists on nosing ahead – they are just sad really – I imagine they have issues at home and therefore pity them

      • After I reblogged your post, I was driving along in my bus and I saw a P plater (provisional driver) go sideways around a large roundabout, skidding up on top of the roundabout and ended up pointing back the direction he came fron. I just couldn’t believe my eyes.

  4. Firstly… That looks delicious! Secondly completely agree about people feeling cocooned in their cars. I always see people picking their nose while driving and wonder why it is that they think that because they are in their car that the windows suddenly become a one way glass system? We can still see you!!!!!

  5. The vegetable slice looks delicious, and it goes without saying it needs the white wine. However, I must say I am truly shocked! I have always believed that British drivers are the most courteous in the world. Another fantasy shattered.

  6. Venting is allowed. People just don’t take driving seriously anymore. Maybe the self-propelled robo cars is a good thing. Though compared to a motorcycle, you ARE in a 3,000 + pound cocoon. The vegetable pastry would be a nice reward after battling brain-dead drivers. With wine, of course!

  7. Huh, after driving around Boston for years I’d have to disagree w/that psychiatrist about my car being a place I feel safe & cocooned. Now on the toilet I don’t feel at all threatened but maybe that’s just me. You’d do very well driving over here & no one would even bat an eye if you were on the ‘wrong’ side of the road.
    Now that vegetable pastry – that looks awesome and I could be very territorial about that! It’s on my list right now, love it.

  8. YUMM! Well this might just be my favourite so far! It speaks to my half-vegetarian belly. Love the diversity of your blog, it really has something for everyone 🙂
    Coming from someone in their mid-30s who is just NOW learning to drive, I’ve already experienced impatient tailgaters who just drive me bonkers! And usually it’s some middle-aged balding man in his corvette with the top down and the wind blowing through his last few strands of “I’m-still-holding-onto-my-youth” hair. Pffft….the nerve of some people!

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