August 30, 2010
I never thought I’d say this, but I’ve been feeling a bit conflicted about apples.
Have you seen them in the farmer’s markets in the last week or so? Bins of early apples nestled up alongside the summer squash and cherry tomatoes and big bunches of basil?
I have… and my first thought (Apples! I love apples!) was immediately followed by the realization that apples herald the coming of autumn. Another burst of excitement (Autumn! I love autumn! — and I do, in all of its roasted squash, clove-scented kitchen, crisp afternoon and brisk blue sky-glory), was too soon followed by guilt (is a love of autumn a betrayal of summer?) and a final realization that my beloved autumn is too soon followed by the dreaded winter: dreary, dark, dismal winter.
Between Thanksgiving and the holiday season, November and December are alright, but around February things are starting to feel quite bleak. By the time March finally rolls around with its lingering dirty patches of snow and slush and freezing rain, I’m already chomping at the bit for warmer weather and longer days and GREEN… but March is an interminable month, and often taunts us with a couple of warm days in the third week only to pitch us back into arctic temperatures just in time for the start of April, sometimes just in time to cruelly bury the first few crocus buds in a new layer of sleet or snow.
You see now why I’m so conflicted about the arrival of apples.
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August 23, 2010
Remember that kale from earlier this week? Well, I’ve still got about six large leaves of it left.
I told you it was a big bunch — huge, even. Supersaurus huge. (And no, this time I actually did not make that up. Google it.)
Okay okay, I’ll stop. Sheesh.
So it’s been a busy — and rainy — weekend, which means I sadly haven’t had much time to cook. As summer is winding down, I’m guessing you, too, are out there trying to take full advantage of what little of it is left, and probably don’t have lots of time to cook either… so I figured I’d share with you one of my super-fast, super-easy weekday dinners — one which is not at all original, unique, or particularly special: sauteed garlicky greens (in this case, my lingering, seemingly ineradicable bunch of Tuscan kale) with — wait for it — a fried egg on top.
…. Because, yes, probably half of my weekday dinners are [fill in the blank] topped with a fried egg. I’m sure you didn’t see that one coming.
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August 16, 2010
Despite the fact that it is approaching late summer and the markets are crawling with all manner of lush, succulent produce — peaches and nectarines, heirloom tomatoes and corn and baby summer squash in more colors, shapes and sizes than I knew existed — somehow I found myself with a hulking bunch of decidedly not lush, wouldn’t-describe-it-as-succulent-if-you-paid-me (even for a hundred dollars, there are lines I just won’t cross) kale in my refrigerator.
Wow that was a long sentence.
But I digress.
August 10, 2010
Confession: I tend to go through food phases… crushes, really. I’ll find something I love — like Thai curries, or pineapple fried rice, or this — and then make it (or some variation of it) over and over, eating it for two or three weeks straight, until finally my attentions are arrested by some previously unfamiliar ingredient or flavor combination… thus beginning a brand new love affair.
(Unfortunately for my neighbors, I do the same thing with music: I think I’ve listened to Band of Horses’ “No One’s Gonna Love You” about ten times already today. Sorry guys.)
Now I know some people are averse to eating the same thing more than once or twice in the same two to three-day period — sometimes to the extent that they won’t even eat leftovers — but if I’m being honest (and really, when am I not?), I don’t really understand those people. I mean, leftovers are great! Nevermind that living by myself and not having time to cook every night (or the money to eat out or order in all the time), I pretty much live on leftovers, making double or triple what I’ll eat at any given sitting so I have lunch or dinner for the next day or two.
Luckily for me, the ability to eat the same foods and not get bored (not even close) is also pretty convenient when one is trying to eat seasonally and to take advantage of crops for as long as they’re available.
Isn’t it great when life works out like that? I mean seriously, if I was one of those leftovers-phobic people, I probably wouldn’t have much of a social life.
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August 2, 2010
This weekend I spent another lovely afternoon in New Haven, with my brother, not eating eggs.
If you’re wondering why I announced what we were not eating (ie, eggs) instead of what we did (those nifty cucumber and white bean salads up there), it’s because we were supposed to be having eggs: backyard-fresh, straight-from-the-hen eggs. Because my brother has been chickensitting for his neighbors, and was sure he would have accumulated such a massive collection of eggs that last week he commissioned me to start thinking about new and interesting ways to use them all.
Truth be told, the real reason I went to New Haven was not to visit my brother, but to visit the chickens.
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