We harvested a ton of chiles this week, which we’ll ferment into hot sauce, and now that our nukadoko has begun fermenting we can start shoving cucumbers into the rice bran bed (to try your hand at traditional Japanese nukazuke, here is a very straightforward guide). We’re also collecting the parsley and calendula seed to sow after end-of-season garden cleanup. The ripe elderberries are all beginning to drop, so we’ll harvest a few quarts for making throat-soothing syrup for winter. In the next day or two we will be buried in hobak summer squash. Blackberries are still slowly making their way out of the garden and into salads and yogurt. (Petty jealousy aside, this week’s recipe is a celebration of tomato season.) The brown turkey figs are back on, after a few fits and starts with last month’s breba crop. It seems like our Instagram feed is just a wall of braggy “look at all my tomatoes!” posts, and while we applaud and congratulate all you successful tomato growers, our garden has been just a slow trickle of sungolds and San Marzanos. Most of the events are free to attend, but you’ll have to pay for your food and drinks. Angel’s Oktoberfest celebration (the Northwest’s largest Oktoberfest) is coming soon, Sept. Zigge zagge zigge zagge hoi hoi hoiīeer and brat fans, dust off your trachten and mark your calendars: Mt. Though we broadly support using little treats as basic self-care, we tend to prefer those particular spices in other stuff, like chai, apple cider or on actual pumpkins. Love it or hate it, as of a week ago, Starbucks’ pumpkin spice latte (PSL) season is upon us for the 20th time, and with it, the tired, sexist tropes about what kind of person enjoys the beverage. Read about the strike in the Portland Mercury and watch the Marie Equi episode of Oregon Experience. The International Workers of the World (or IWW, aka the Wobblies) came to show their support, the mayor stepped in, and Portland doctor Marie Equi, who lived openly as a lesbian and staunchly supported labor rights, stabbed a police officer with her hat pin and declared herself an anarchist. The Northwest has long been a stronghold of the labor movement, as exemplified by the women’s fruit cannery strike at the Oregon Packing Co. Labor Day isn’t just the unofficial end of summer, it’s a day to honor those who fight for fair wages, workplace safety, and work-life balance. What chemical compound gives tomatoes this culinary superpower? Read on to find out! Labor Day, #PSL turns 20, Oktoberfest and good things in gardens and marketsįreshly picked morsels from the Pacific Northwest food universe: Solidarity forever Whether or not you like tomatoes, you can’t deny that they do make a lot of things taste better - a French fry just isn’t the same without ketchup. We are in the prime of tomato season, and seeing their myriad jeweled tones of vermilion, orange, yellow, purple-black and even streaked in psychedelic rainbow stripes makes us wish summer could hang on just a little longer. It was good but not as tasty as the tomato pie in my opinion.Between the back-to-school energy or the cooler evenings, it’s definitely feeling like summer is coming to a close - but not before we gorge ourselves on mountains of tomatoes. DH talked me into sharing another slice of the one he had originally ordered. This one was one of the best tomato pies, I have ever had. One of the things I love about having a slice reheated is the crust gets a crunchy texture on the bottom with soft interior. The tomato sauce was laced with the perfect amount of garlic. I ordered a slice of tomato pie which also had a thick airy crust. The inside had ample comfortable seating. The restaurant was beautifully maintained. Weather outside was warm, sunny and a Saturday in July. Instead we went to Carollos in Turnersville, NJ which we spied when we were looking for the Holy Tomato. We have not yet been to the Holy Tomato as of this posting. They didn’t open until 3pm and the time was noon. We finally found the place, but it was closed. As a result, I decided to plug it in to my phone. DH and I headed to the address on the Black Horse Pike, however the GPS in our vehicle took us to the wrong location. This time I selected the Holy Tomato in Blackwood, NJ. So I selected another pizza restaurant from the list.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |