Inauspicious beginning: New upstairs neighbor boys began moving in last night at 11:30pm. Passive-aggressive Mary knows they are boys because she spied them through the front door peephole.
Better news: Food is awesome in the summer! Yesterday the sun woke me up early. I was so surprised to see it--it was supposed to be all rainy again--that I got up and went into the city and stopped at the farmer's market before work. I got some tomatoes and peaches and radishes and lots of other good stuff.
Last night we had a dinner that was basically a bunch of side dishes, which is my favorite thing. Usually at a restaurant I'm more drawn to the sides or the appetizers, and I will often just get a couple of those instead of a main course. If I didn't have to feed Dave too, I would probably mostly eat side dishes for dinner: mashed potatoes, Brussels sprouts, tomato and avocado salad, carrots and celery and hummus. Not to say Dave didn't love this dinner also, cause he sure did. I found out this week that I am way low on the vitamin B12, and while I'm sure there are a lot of reasons, maybe my aversion to main courses doesn't help!
Butter-Poached Radishes
(These measurements are all guesses. I just dumped stuff in.)
3 tablespoons of butter
1 clove of garlic, sliced
A few (5-6) French Breakfast radishes, cut in half
1 teaspoon of sugar
2 tablespoons rice wine vinegar
1/4 cup of water
1 teaspoon of tarragon
pepper and sea salt
Melt 2 tablespoons of butter over low heat. Add the garlic and the radishes and saute for about 5 minutes. Add the sugar, vinegar, and water and cook for another couple of minutes until the liquid reduces somewhat. Add the last tablespoon of butter and cook another minute, glazing the radishes. Remove from heat, add the tarragon and pepper to combine. Top with sea salt. Have lots of bread on hand to dip in the sauce!
This morning I had some berries, coffee with milk (I'm always impressed with myself if I can remember to have fresh milk in the refrigerator--but then I have to remember to use it or lose it), and a bagel with cream cheese, yellow tomatoes, basil, and salt. Dear tomatoes, I love you and miss you for like nine months of the year, and I'm sad to hear there's a blight wiping so many of you out, so I am really glad to take any opportunity I can to eat you over the next few months, Love, Mary.
Will it be a disgrace to a peach to eat it in a sandwich with Nutella later? NO.
The cat says hello: