Friday, September 22, 2006

Dyin' Gasp Dining

We have vowed to eat the dwindling summer crops for at least the next week, maybe the whole next month.
There's a glut of tomatoes at the market, and cucumbers are still doing well. The onions are from my dad's garden (delightfully mild, but with a still-discernable onion kick).
Voilà, panzanella. It's kind of like a big, unstirred gazpacho that you eat with a fork.
I died. I gasped.
I survived.
It was good.


Moonbear said...

Mmmmm- panzanella! I once died eating panzanella too. It was after a 42 mile bike ride on the Kalhaven trail in Michigan, at the Food Dance Cafe in Kalamazoo. I hope this restaurant is still there. For eternity.

Stacie said...

panzanella...mmmmm.... in the region where I live, the yeast just won't go sour! No sour dough! It's a freakin sin... I tried a starter in the fridge for months, and it never got very tangy at all. yours looks so good!

cookiecrumb said...

MB: 42 miles? You are a woman of steel. And bread and tomatoes. Wow.

Stacie: Oh, gosh. Don't worry about sourdough. Just do it. (swoosh)

Monkey Gland said...

Get some capers in there...oohhh lordy.

cookiecrumb said...

Oh. That would have been good.
But gosh, you would have loved the Bulgarian feta. Pure barnyard.

Ulla said...

That looks so good!

Greg said...

Looks good! Just when I thought there would be a small crop of toms now I got a ton.

Freudian Slip said...

Its amazing what a good clear picture of food can do isn't it? Gotta go make something :)