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Italian Panini with Oven Yam Fries and Cinnamon Aoli

Yesterday I went to this neat local Mediterranean Market to get good quality cold cuts to make sandwiches. Today I made the most yummy lunch ever for my husband, my parents, and I. I thought I'd share the recipe here for a delicious Saturday afternoon lunch.


Italian Panini with
Oven Yam Fries and Cinnamon Aoli


Italian Panini
4 Slices Prosciutto Salami
4 Slices Capicolo Ham
Provolone Cheese (or whatever cheese you prefer) enough to cover the meat
Balsamic Marinated Red Onions (Recipe to follow)
Some hearty, heart healthy bread (I used Multi-Grain Sourdough)
Dijon Mustard

The night before, thinly slice the Red Onion in half rings. Place them in a bowl and cover in equal parts Balsamic Vinegar and water. Place in refrigerator until needed.

Lay out two slices of the bread of your choice. Put the Dijon Mustard on one slice of bread. On the mustard lay out the four slices of Salami, and then the Capicolo. Then put on the Balsamic Marinated Red Onions, and top with the Provolone Cheese. Top with the other slice of bread. Use a brush to brush on some Extra Virgin Olive Oil on both sides of the sandwich. Place sandwich in a panini grill. If you don't have a panini grill you can just as easily grill the sandwich as you would a grilled cheese, in a skillet.

Serve with Oven Yam Fries and Cinnamon Aoli

Oven Yam Fries and Cinnamon Aoli

1 Large Yam
Extra Virgin Olive Oil
Salt

2 Eggs
Equal Portion Olive Oil
2 tsp Cinnamon
1 Tbs Brown Sugar (I used Splenda Brown Sugar because my dad is Diabetic)

For the Fries: Preheat oven to 350. Peel the yam, and cut into small "fry" shape (think McDonald's fries, and you'll get the right size). Drizzle Extra Virgin Olive Oil on the baking sheet, and put out a layer of yam fries. Drizzle tops of fries with Extra Virgin Olive Oil and sprinkle with salt to taste. Place in the oven. For 30 minutes or until fries are golden brown and a bit crispy.

For the Aoli: In a food processor or blender, add two eggs, and equal portion Olive Oil. Add a teaspoon of cinnamon and a table spoon of brown sugar. Blend until the mixture thickens to a "Mayo" consistency. Chill. Serve with Oven Yam Fries.

Hope you enjoy!!!! Sooo yummy!

PS... sorry... It looked so good I forgot to take pictures ;)
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