Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Ignore this post if you are looking for a recipe.
I don't have anything to give today. I really don't. I could have skipped writing a blog post until I did have something to share or I was feeling cheerier but I didn't really want to. I wanted to be writing. I wanted to be spewing. I don't know what it is I want right now. Something feels hollow.
It could have to do with the end of summer being near. Summer isn't just defined by weather or what month it is. It is a feeling too. Here on the East Coast it is a palatable feeling. That one leaf turning red (Yes, I know that it is a fluke, or a sick tree, or whatever excuse you guys that are from here make up; but to me it is the end of Summer.
Most my tomatoes have been canned and I have my doubts about the dozen of green ones out there. I bet they don't turn red on time and they wither and rot.
Soon this pathway will be red and orange and then white white white.
We will get too lazy and cold to go into Boston.
Therefore no Falafel and other good food. It means cooking at home and hunkering down.
Ok, switch subject. Look at the chicken I made the other night. You know that finding new chicken recipes is a hobby with me.
Secret cooking has been taking place.
and some sweetbreads...
Don't say ewww unless you tried them.
Ok, I know that I have this habit of leaving people with nothing to say. I talk and talk and talk. No answer. No recipe. Nothing to give today. I am feeling the end of Summer and it has me feeling blue.