We lost a lot of good men out there today… at least they pummeled to their fateful end, inhaling the delicate perfection that is charcoal.
Confession – I’ve been hoarding a lovely little jar of saffron for ages, almost afraid to use her – her pretty threads just lying in wait. Until today! Today is the first time I’ve used saffron, ever, and like most amazing spices, I can see why men traveled for months to procure it, used it as currency, etc., and why it’s still so darned expensive!
Alright, what does all this rain/song nonsense have to do with Chilled Corn Chowder?
Well, I’m a music maniac so I equate most things to song, but that’s not the point. The point is, in my little part of the world, we’ve been super blessed to have an abnormal amount of summertime rain, equating – giant, delicious, abundant… corn!
When life hands you tomatoes, make fresh tomato juice, and add vodka – or something like that.
Fresh. Vegan. Healthy. Low Carb. I know these aren’t usually words you see in my posts, but I’m trying friends. I’m trying.
“Are the green guys in yet?” “Just checkin’ on the green tomatoes.” “No green tomatoes yet?” “Are they here?!?”
I’m fairly certain the fine folks at my favorite farmer’s market are freaked out by my borderline obsession with green tomatoes.
I can’t help it… I love them!
Theme week, theme week, you know I love a good theme week.
Sadly, I was unable to give you the rhubarb week I had planned, but this week’s featured ingredient, is no Summer slouch! The beautiful, the colorful, the delicious, the Summer Superstar – Heirloom Tomatoes!
Clearly, our eyes begin the sensory path to consumption, and to me, there is nothing more appealing than presenting your fellow eaters with an array of color and freshness. Look at that plate, how could you not want to dive in? Doesn’t hurt that it’s also delicious.
As with many a subtle seductress, I disregarded the need for proper precautions, those that might have prevented the affects of a potential sting, and I went for it. They lured me in – sitting in the comfort of their fuzzy green box, with their shiny green exterior and their plump, local, freshness. I took the bait.
Grill them, I thought. Stuff them to the brim with goat cheese and pineapples, I thought. Drizzle lime juice over them, I thought.
So I chopped. I de-seeded. I de-ribbed. And then I cried.
Hoping this post finds you enjoying your holiday weekend – you know, flags flying, beer flowing, endless tables of delicious eats!
If your celebrating continues into the weekend, have I got a dish for you. This is one of those dishes that has been around for ages, the origin is unknown, everyone has a different take on it, but, it, without a doubt, belongs on every picnic table.
The people have spoken! Well some of you have spoken, but you’re my people, and that’s all the counts. General consensus seems to be that we need more non-mayo recipes in our summertime arsenal… so I listened!