Finally, finally, I’m home again in beautiful Western Washington where 100 degree heat is cause for panic and I can comfortably wear jeans all the time. Life is good. It’s also quiet, which is why I came up with a new game called Farmer’s Market: you go to the Farmer’s Market and menu plan there. It’s sort of like the Iron Chef in that you can use other things too, but if you shy away too much from the original task the judges (aka myself) will glare judgmentally at you before docking points.
As it so happens, eggplant is in season during summer, and doesn’t complain much about the 50 Fahrenheit nights we’ve been having. Done, done, and sold: the person who I ended up buying the tomatoes, onion, and eggplants from even gave me an especially ripe eggplant he’d been hanging onto in back (or under the table, since this was a farmer’s market). Continue reading
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