This. Make this, before summer's over.

This. Make this, before summer’s over.

Yeah, yeah. I know. I’ve been absent. Without leave. On the lam. In the witness protection program (OK, it sounded like it was worth a try.) Moving, ferGawdsake. But I have cooked you a Sweet Baby Jesus dinner, yes I have, no matter you are not here to eat it. And that, my friends, is your fault and not mine.

No, I don’t know why. It’s your fault. Get over it.

In any event, I am Back in the Saddle, or at least within the pasture, and ready to take up this blogging thing again. Because I have cooked a bit, particularly tonight, and you, dear friends, will be the beneficiaries of it, at least vicariously, because? I have RECIPES, friends. Yes, where you can recreate my dishes in your own kitchens. Aren’t you PROUD?

 

Ummm. Yeah. Wish you were here.

Ummm. Yeah. Wish you were here.

I am still enjoying the bounty of summer, namely, all the fresh veggies I can cram in my face. I have worked my way through the weekend Farmer’s Market bounty of sweet corn and okra and purple hulled peas and green beans. Still to come are the squash, the cucumbers, the cherry tomatoes (which are going to get halved and roasted and put away for winter). Tonight, it was purple hulled peas, leftover corn, and….Tomato Cobbler.

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There were no epicurean frontiers broken with last night’s dinner. But it was good.

Clockwise from 12 o'clock, fried potatos, hamburger steak, purple hulled peas with tomato relish.

I didn’t want anything off-the-wall; I had been jonesing for the purple-hulled peas since I found them during freezer cleanout; there’s never anything wrong with home fries; and I wondered how the PJF ground beef would taste in a dish where it was the centerpiece.

Answer to the only question in that batch: Pretty damn good. Enough so to make me feel it’s worth it to pay 4 bucks a pound for it.
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Ahh, the joys of summer

June 27, 2009

Fried okra. Fresh corn. Fresh tomatos. Purple hulled peas. Fried green tomatos. Fresh fruit, baked up into a clafouti.

It’s Saturday in a Southern town where they have a farmer’s market. And it’s a Fine Thing.

The photo could be better, but the subject matter defies words.

The photo could be better, but the subject matter defies words.

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To start: I am having issues with this post. I cannot get the photo to upload for the life of me, and as it was the first thing in the post, I am going to try to write the post, publish it, and come back and insert the photo later. We shall see how successful I am.

Yep. It was gonna be a BLT, but it "just growed."

Yep. It was gonna be a BLT, but it "just growed."

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