It seems I can’t go to the store or farmer’s market without buying way too many tomatoes. Good thing they’re good on and with just about everything. My favorite way to consume tons of tomatoes? Probably on a sandwich with a swipe of mayonnaise. Incredible. I love them on their own too, with a bit of salt and pepper. And of course, I love them in every salad ever because they’re never not welcomed, especially during the summer months of August and September.
This salad is a tofu twist on an Italian classic: the panzanella. Bon Appétit asked me to create a recipe highlighting tofu to compliment Aveeno’s Positively Radiant Collection. If you flip to the back of September’s issue of Bon Appetit, there’s a lil’ link highlighting this recipe. If you’re interested in getting a free sample of the products in the mail, click here.
There’s a grocery store that rhymes with Schmole Foods and they actually sell heirloom tomatoes in the dead of winter. (Or at least in California they do.) Heirloom tomatoes in winter go for about $9 a pound, which means that if you tried to make this jam in January, it’d cost you a bajillion dollars. A BAJILLION!
I’m not one to typically take expensive fruit or tomatoes and cook them down and make jam. I always feel like it’s a bit of a waste to use fancy produce to make jam or jelly. Eat ’em raw, put them in a salad, toss them with pasta. You know, stuff like that. Not jam. “Seconds,” as they call them, however, are kind of perfect for jam. They’re the rejects. Jam is perfect for rejects. Jam is forgiving and actually appreciates overly ripe produce that’s on the verge on being tossed. Pies are kinda perfect for rejects, too.
I really like weighing things. This is a weird Adrianna thing. I weigh everything I’m cooking, and sure I love precision, but it’s mostly because I just like weighing stuff. It’s the same part of me that loves the self-checkout at the supermarket. I dunno. It’s unexplainable. Maybe you’re this way too…or not.
So, yesterday I started the day how I usually do and stepped on the scale. And like I said before, not necessarily because I’m weight obsessive, but more because I like weighing things…which I guess also includes myself?
And since it was the start of the day, I was without contact lenses on and I wasn’t wearing my glasses. Also, I’m blind as a bat without glasses. AND, are bats really blind?! Whatever.
So, there I was on the scale, looking down, squinting trying to see what the number would say back to me when “FATT” appeared before my eyes. Yes, my scale said “FATT.” Two letter “T”s showed up.
So like any normal person would, I started to freak out a little because, well, my scale called me fat.
I bent down and looked closer and realized it actually read “BATT,” which basically meant that the thing was out of batteries and needed more batteries, but since I’m super blind I read it as “FATT.”
Phew! Since I realized that scale wasn’t calling me fat, I decide to celebrate and made some guacamole. Good reason, right?
Hello there! Hi! Hai! This is what I like to call a major post. Three recipes all in one.
Think of it like a dinner party menu, all inspired by my favorite meal of the day: breakfast. There’s doughnuts, fancy popcorn (I eat this for breakfast), and a potato and chick pea hash cooked in duck fat. Holy moly! YES!
I made this for my friends. I honestly don’t have many dinner parties because I live in a teeny-tiny place and going out to restaurants is a serious hobby of mine. BUT last week was different; it was nice outside, I had rosé chilling in the fridge and I decided to make some breakfast for dinner.
We sat outside, we gossiped, we laughed. This all means summer is all up in our faces…and I’m excited about it. Aren’t you?!
Yesterday I tore open a pile of perfectly wrapped gifts and was greeted with: one cute/ugly sweater, two romance novels (alright?), one dvd of Sleepless In Seattle (a classic!), a super fancy wallet, various kitchen tools and a knife sharpening stone (thanks papa!).
I’ve wanted this particular sharpening stone for exactly two years. I’ve probably looked at it a dozen times online; lamented about buying it for forever (it’s a tad expensive).
For some reason I can justify dropping dollar$$ on shoes, but have issues with doing so on useful things. I’m a complicated human.