I was eating this salad with dinner last night. I made it kind of awhile ago, with some blanched asparagus and my garden tomatoes, and if we don’t get more serious about eating it, it will go over. It’s got a mustard vinaigrette dressing and some feta and fresh basil. I think it’s delicious. It was not as big of a hit with Mom. You win some…
I had some success growing rosemary, this summer, in a patch of ground that is otherwise weedy and awful.
I was thinking about doing another batch of pickled collards with my harvested collards, last weekend, but I thought it might be interesting to try collard kraut, instead. I have an interest in the probiotic opportunity with fermented foods, but, aside from sourdough, I haven’t ventured deeply into it. I tried my own cider vinegar made of apple scraps, but after a promising start, didn’t get anywhere. I also tried to make my own ginger soda, without success.
The way I stumble on recipes is a patented blend of idle curiosity, what I have in my pantry, and “oh crap, what am I going to make for dinner?!” I remember seeing something about smashed potatoes, and reading about it, at one point, but then I was jammed for a side dish a few weeks ago and thought seriously about making them. I ended up being saved by instant polenta in that moment, but the idea was still in my head.
I like squash soup (this is another thing that is not shared in common with Mom), but I’ve only tried to make it one other time, for a fall party.
A friend of mine is more than halfway through Whole30, and though it’s doing what she hoped (pinpointing that she’s reacting to something dietary) and allowing her the opportunity to identify it, she is so over it. The Arbonne cleanse is slightly less restrictive than Whole30 (you can, for example, have legumes, some commonly non-allergenic grains like quinoa and brown rice, and some sugar in the shakes), but they’re pretty similar. When she declared an intention to attend my gathering over the weekend and bring a turkey breast so she’d have something compliant to eat, I started thinking about things I could make that she could also eat.
I had some people over this weekend, in the midst of my harvesting. The house is strangely silent without Mom, and I don’t like it. It made me feel better to have the house filled with the faces of people I care about, laughing and talking and making memories. I meant it to be a “Zombieland” party, but I think my passion for “Zombieland” is greater than most people’s, so we ended up playing boardgames, and it was delightful. I planned a dessert that we didn’t get to (I meant it to be a snacks party, but we ended up putting together a full on dinner befitting Canadian Thanksgiving). I went ahead and had it for a snack yesterday, in curiosity about whether it would be as good as I thought. I had found “dulce de leche” crispbreads at a store, and paired it with nice vanilla ice cream and topped the ice cream with my homemade peach chutney, slightly warmed.
I’m not huge for ice cream, but the cold and creamy paired with the warm, bright and tangy of the chutney and the crunch of the crispbread? How is it possible that it has taken me this long to come up with this idea?!