Today, we’re going to talk about these peculiar beauties.
Tomatoes are the rock-stars of late summer, with their jewel tones and juicy acidity. They eclipse some of their costars, like tomatillos, okra, and fava beans–which is a shame. Continue reading
Each year, I have a brief fling with marshmallow Peeps that stretches from February until Easter Sunday. I buy them by the dozen and eat them, chick after chick, until I can’t stomach any more. They’re one of the few junk foods that I make an exception for. The little faces and beaks just tip me right over the edge.
As of today, the Peeps body count is hovering around eight dozen.
This recipe is my earliest food memory. I remember standing in my living room in New Zealand, four years old, and I could see out the window that it was already dark outside. My parents were trying to put me to bed, but I caught a glimpse of a late-night snack in the kitchen. I wanted one too.
“You won’t like this, Catherine,” my mother insisted. “It’s avocado. The flavour is too strong for you.”
Issue a challenge like that to a child, and you will get a declaration of war.
When she did give me some, a soft green avocado half with a little spoonful of soy sauce nestled in its hollow (“And don’t spill it on the carpet, Catherine.”), I sat carefully on the couch with it and finished the whole thing, bite after bite of salty umami richness.