Thursday, September 20, 2018

Pickled peppers

My various pickled things, excluding the tomatillo chutney, are pretty run of the mill. Yeah, pickles. I like what I made, they're okay but they're not transcendent. And I figure if I'm going to go to all the bother I should get transcendence. These are Hungarian yellow wax peppers. These are transcendent. I have only the one jar. I bought 10 of them from some farmer's market guy for a buck and crammed 'em into one jar with 2 jalapeƱos for heat.

I am allowing myself only one a day.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Produce report: Late season raspberries

They really do taste nice. I'm not clear on whether next year, or sometime in the future, I would get enough of them to, say, make a small strudel or maybe a single kolache (German and Slovakian, 2 of my heritages, I think the Irish don't get sweets). The main issue is that I planted 3 types of raspberries that fruit at different times. So I'm not getting a full flush of harvest at any one time, just drips and drabs throughout the summer so I never have enough to actually do anything with them not even enough to use as garnish. Then of course there's the grappling-with-the-wildlife issue.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

A watched chop never chars

A week later, entertaining another group of friends,  I got more of those outstanding ribs and was hoping for a rerun of the charred ribs incident. But the char just never happened and I freaking got tired of standing at the grill but was afraid to leave the area in case there was flameover again and I had to tend to a grill engulfed in flames.They weren't charred but they had cute grill marks and they were awesome anyway.

Monday, September 17, 2018

I've been worrying about all these leftover potato chips

Really. You buy a bag of potato chips and half the bag is broken bits and pieces and what the hell do you do with them. Tuna casseroles are only during Lent. It pisses me off. Then I realized that instead of panko bread crumbs on top of my mac and cheese I could use potato chips...just like tuna casserole. Bingo!

Green chile mac n cheese. It was amazing.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Something's eating tomatoes and it's not me

I can barely stand to look at the hideousness of this much less touch the damn things to remove them from the vines. The strange insect doing this is only eating these odd grey/pink tomatoes so I guess I can count my blessings. I can't really tell when these are ripe because of their bizarre color so maybe I just let them get too ripe. Who knows. They're all gone anyway. Mostly eaten by Satan. Or something.

A very brief internet search tells me that these are stink bugs. Just freaking kill me. 

The last picture was copied from the internet not from garden. Thank god.

Saturday, September 15, 2018

The left behind

No matter how many times I tell people who are using my cottage not to leave ANY food. There is always food. I brought back frozen shit, pizza rolls (Never in my life have I had a pizza roll), ranch dipping sauce (?!), vodka, tequila, triple sec. OK, I know what to do with those but, uh, I didn't look at this frozen leftover when I left it out to defrost. Apparently someone eats chicken legs. I can't think of the last time I bought them. But there they were defrosted and what was I supposed to do?

I grilled them. And they were great. Especially with the tomatillo chutney.

Friday, September 14, 2018

Twice bitten

Thrice shy. I'm no idiot. I threw this into the compost. It smelled good but I'm not falling into that misery again. These goddam melons. 

OK, maybe I'm an idiot.