Hmmm, what to do with a sack full of yellow tomatoes, again from Hector’s garden, and a free Sunday…. Call Yuan! Instigate a food day! While the Princess is gardening and tending to her cheese mites in Davis, the city-dwelling squabblers relish the occasional day free of obligations and replete with local produce by hanging out in his sunny apartment, watching movies on his kitchen tv, and fiddling around with said produce. That’s where the tomatoes come in.Take a sack of almost over-ripe tomatoes. Rough chop. Add a little salt. Puree. Drain through a sieve, ideally lined with cheesecloth so that your consomme will be clearer than ours was. But ours still turned out rather lovely, don’t you think?
It should come as no raging shock to anyone that we three squabbling asians take our food very personally. Thankfully, as far as obsessions go, this one’s socially acceptable to share with others. Ever since the invention of hungry, people have been coming together to share meals that commemorate special occasions, or no occasion at all. And for people who love to cook, there’s a special kind of happy that comes from feeding people. Like the warm feeling you get from a big swig of whiskey on a cold day, except without feeling like you got slapped in the face by said whiskey. Sometimes we get our fix by throwing our own dinners and bbqs and the like, but somehow we also seem to think we have time to be amateur caterers, so we three occasionally provide food for various friends’ occasions and events.
A couple of weeks ago (I know, I know, I’ve been busy), we made some party snacks for my dear friend Philippe’s 3rd annual 26th birthday. A few of the highlights:
mini porcini quiches
sage-roasted garlic white bean dip with veggies
homemade fig sesame jam with manchego
watermelon tartare with feta and mint
DJ Pepe, you’re always there with a big smile, a silly joke, and the best of the internet, always willing to defend my honor with your stealth baguette attack, and maybe most important, always reading our blog! A repeated, belated happy birthday to my favorite Frenchman – not one year older, one year better!
taste of summer perched
on the sill in the slowly
fading light of dusk