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.
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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.
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!
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)
Get some capers in there...oohhh lordy.
Oh. That would have been good.
But gosh, you would have loved the Bulgarian feta. Pure barnyard.
That looks so good!
Looks good! Just when I thought there would be a small crop of toms now I got a ton.
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