This year I only had one hanging cherry tomato plant -- yep, just one. I almost killed it twice this summer, with um, inadvertent dry farming experiments (aka vacations). I did find out that poking holes in the bottom of a water bottle and jamming it into the pot does work, I probably just needed one bottle for every day we were gone since that little Tumbler tomato was sucking down the water. Even still, it gave one big push in mid-July and then ramped up for a second push in September, and then the weather cooled off just after Labor Day.
Yesterday, while doing early morning yardwork, Wolf and I were talking about breakfast.
"You want me to go get doughnuts?" (An offer that's hard to refuse.)
"Mmm, doughnuts. I'm surprised you want doughnuts."
"I thought you might want doughnuts."
After this many years of marriage, yep, we still have these conversations. I'm not usually one to be lukewarm on doughnuts, especially Top Pot, but after a relatively light dinner last night, I thought, we need some real breakfast.
The heat rises off the desert floor in visible waves, a tumbleweed blows across the landscape and a cherry red 1959 Cadillac convertible comes screaming down the highway, its driver's leathery face obscured by sunglasses and a cowboy hat. The perfume of roasting chiles hangs heavily in the air. It's Hatch chile time.
It was a perfect morning for picking blueberries, mid 50's with a light fog blanketing the fields. Just as I rounded the corner to go down the row to pick my first berries of the season at MountainView Blueberry Farm yesterday, a little boy yelled, "Jackpot!" I knew it was going to be a good day.
One of the highlights of a Seattle summer is u-pick blueberries. And picking Bluecrops, well, once you get going, picking these berries is addictive. They're big and sweet and the plunk, plunk, plunk as they hit the bottom of the bucket just sounds like summer. I filled two buckets, for about 12 lbs of berries, in an hour and a half. And even still, walking up to the check out, I thought, is this going to be enough? Should I go back out? They're that good.
Today's post comes courtesy of my handy recipe binder. I've been clipping and keeping recipes for 10+ years, and sure, it'd be easier to just bookmark them and go back to them online when I need them. But there's something reassuring about just going to binder and knowing they'll be there. I mean, what if you bookmarked some recipe that was on someone's Angelfire Web site in 1997? It's probably toast, long ago abandoned by someone who probably moved on to Blogger or hosting their own site. (Holy cow, I just googled it, Angelfire still exists and is part of Lycos. Lycos still exists? Really?)
Anyway, I clipped the recipes for the balsamic BBQ sauce and the chopped vegetable salad. They're great for summer grilling, but luckily both are still available online.
Leave it to Jeremy Fox, who did amazing things with vegetarian cuisine at Ubuntu in Napa (and maybe soon at a joint called Smith?), to come up with a different, maybe better, spin on panzanella. I've had the recipe for this peach panzanella tucked away for safe keeping (since 2007!), until some hot weather and good peaches came my way. That was this weekend...it's been a scorcher everywhere. Here in the PNW, we're thanking the weather gods. Across the rest of the country, everyone else is wondering, when will it ever end?!
I think I first had a traditional tomato panzanella at Caffe Centro in San Francisco, just across the street from where I worked. Their version had diced tomato, cucumber and corn with a balsamic dressing. A great summer salad. If the name is anything to go by, it's the stale bread that makes a panzanella. But after having this version, I'd say it's the peaches.
