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White fleshed peaches are like the redemption of summer.
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See, what happens when you wind up with a schload of groceries carted back from home when you don't cook often is that the produce all headrushes toward the precipice of wilt and you realize that you have to use it all up in swoops and that consumes your day more than expected and then hours go by and suddenly it's 1 am and you're having fresh banana bread out from the oven and wondering why you're babbling on the internet in a stream of train of thought consciousness that will surely seem foolhardy once you've slept on it and the corresponding banana bread overnight.
For more my own purposes, the hashout today:
-->Sauteed sweet pepper with bruschetta: Flip through recipes. Realize that indeed, you do have 4 peppers that need consumption, and that no, you're not otherwise going to use them. Remember that you also have leftover thyme, and oh, there are onions in a bag that you've opened, and then there are those onions in a bag that you haven't opened. And find some bread from home unhappily chilling in the fridge. Time to flirt with the broiler setting, and give that balsamic vinegar a go.
-->Indian throwpot: Deny vehemently your initial impulse to make fried rice, because that uses frozen vegetables, and why use frozen when you've got at least 2 pounds of carrots and some russet potatoes still ready to go? Pop open some cans (a little tomato paste here, some beans there, a bunch of spice) and let it stew while you finish digesting the day's brunch and have dinner... at 11pm.
-->Almond banana nut bread: Suspect the innocence of bananas. Eye the speckling skin and realize, yes, they're jumping out of their peels and paranoia won't let you let them go through another night unloved. Decipher recipe, and substitute almonds for walnuts. Buttermilk for yogurt. Impulse for sanity. (One of these things is not like the other...) Chop toasted almonds, cursing all things oblong. Eschew the loaf pan (that you never had) and use a 9" round, and hope that nothing goes terribly awry. Await golden brown, sacrificing toothpicks to the kitchen gods. Decide enough is enough, and call it a night. Sample. Eat. Type up rambling lj post.
Goodnight.
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See, what happens when you wind up with a schload of groceries carted back from home when you don't cook often is that the produce all headrushes toward the precipice of wilt and you realize that you have to use it all up in swoops and that consumes your day more than expected and then hours go by and suddenly it's 1 am and you're having fresh banana bread out from the oven and wondering why you're babbling on the internet in a stream of train of thought consciousness that will surely seem foolhardy once you've slept on it and the corresponding banana bread overnight.
For more my own purposes, the hashout today:
-->Sauteed sweet pepper with bruschetta: Flip through recipes. Realize that indeed, you do have 4 peppers that need consumption, and that no, you're not otherwise going to use them. Remember that you also have leftover thyme, and oh, there are onions in a bag that you've opened, and then there are those onions in a bag that you haven't opened. And find some bread from home unhappily chilling in the fridge. Time to flirt with the broiler setting, and give that balsamic vinegar a go.
-->Indian throwpot: Deny vehemently your initial impulse to make fried rice, because that uses frozen vegetables, and why use frozen when you've got at least 2 pounds of carrots and some russet potatoes still ready to go? Pop open some cans (a little tomato paste here, some beans there, a bunch of spice) and let it stew while you finish digesting the day's brunch and have dinner... at 11pm.
-->Almond banana nut bread: Suspect the innocence of bananas. Eye the speckling skin and realize, yes, they're jumping out of their peels and paranoia won't let you let them go through another night unloved. Decipher recipe, and substitute almonds for walnuts. Buttermilk for yogurt. Impulse for sanity. (One of these things is not like the other...) Chop toasted almonds, cursing all things oblong. Eschew the loaf pan (that you never had) and use a 9" round, and hope that nothing goes terribly awry. Await golden brown, sacrificing toothpicks to the kitchen gods. Decide enough is enough, and call it a night. Sample. Eat. Type up rambling lj post.
Goodnight.