yellow pear tomatoes
Nothing says summer like tomatoes, and nothing spells nostalgia, for moi, than yellow pear tomatoes. One summer, we grew several varieties of tomatoes, onions, garlic, squash, strawberries, raspberries, bababerries. There’s nothing like stepping outside and picking some tomatoes, garlic and onion and then stepping back into the kitchen, giving them a rinse and making jambalaya. I loved to eat these plump yellow beauties with feta and a vinaigrette, and more than a few times, I stood next to the bush and popped them into my mouth still warm from the sun.
I am not new to this blogging thing. This time I thought I’d spend a little more time on the visuals, but it turns out that I mostly care about the words. And lacking any stunning examples of those, you can see updates have been sporadic and uninspired. This is supposed to be the cooking blog. There are to be recipes and pictures and the like. To be continued—
These songs were not released in 2010. But they were heard in 2010.
Our Wedding CD
1. George Shearing – Guilty
2. Beruit – Scenic World
3. Devotchka – You Love Me
4. Cat Power – Sea of Love
5. The Helio Sequence – Back to This
6. Stereophonics – Dakota
7. Broken Social Scene – Stars and Sons
8. CocoRosie – Haitian Love Songs
9. The Cure – Just Like Heaven
10. Xx – Islands
11. Spiritualized – Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space
Also, to the interwebs, I offer 2010 in pictures:
We weren’t in Spain long enough to quite get the hang of restaurant timetables. Every time we stepped into a cafe or saddled up to the bar, we were met with the sad news that the kitchen was currently closed – we’d get cold tapas, if anything. (But this is not all bad. This is how I came to know Spanish potato salad.) Oh, siesta…. Between that and the death hike from Deia, we lost a few pounds on the luna de miel. A wine diet also works wonders.
It went well. Only one grease fire in the oven.
British-theme X-mas dinner will require an action plan. Mr. suggested I use a Microsoft Project planner but hit the shower before indicating how such a task was to be undertaken. We must get pretties for X-mas Eve dinner out tonight.
Between the apparent difference between British and American pints, the prevalence of grams as units of measurement in these recipes and the necessary conversions into Farenheit, we will need an X-mas miracle indeed.
So far, we have achieved pie:
"As American as Apple Pie"? No - Traditional British Apple Pie (with raisins)