Much has happened since my last post. Work has taken me to Asia multiple times (I’ll be sure to share my noodle soup recipe once the weather gets cold…but let’s not talk about the cold yet), the dog is properly house trained but has developed a fear of anything on wheels, and the cats have begrudgingly accepted this 4-legged intruder isn’t leaving any time soon.
Anyway, let’s talk about summer squash. I know, it’s getting crazy.
Some things don’t need a long explanation, they just deserve a “kwik” acknowledgement. Farm fresh heirloom tomatoes with burrata, basil, a drizzle of balsamic and olive oil, a dusting of salt and pepper…and Bob’s your uncle.
note: If you haven’t heard of burrata, it is a purse made out of solid mozzarella filled with mozzarella and cream. It is as good as it sounds.
Ah, wilderness. Oxygen. I was fortunate enough to escape the city Memorial Day weekend to Montauk.
I woke to the sound of trees rustling – actual trees – and the chatting of birds over the comforting low hum of the ocean. Aside from my feeble attempts to tan (I swear, I can tan) I knew the days would consist of meal plotting by day and evenings with hungry, sandal-clad friends and family…
Sometimes, there is no competing with hamburgers and hot dogs. My mission: feed the masses with large mounds of summertime flavor. I wanted something that would scream, “Look at me, I’m delicious…and you can have seconds without awkwardly asking for someone to throw another dog on the grill.”