The skies in my corner of Northern California have returned to a familiar clear blue, even if the wildfires continue. The belch-odor of smoke in the air has died down. Cranky and I still have burning eyes, though, and the other day I sneezed so hard I got a nosebleed (I don't get nosebleeds).
So what did the hellish oppression do for Bay Area appetites? Taunted them. Tempted them. Ignited them!
Over at Meathenge, the Reverend wisely avoided the poisonous air outdoors, and it made him so mad, he set fire to his own kitchen. On purpose, and then he ate the results.
The Bunrabs hopped over to Oakland and nibbled on Mr. McGregor's garden patch of smoky ribs. Silly rabbits.
Catherine at Albion Cooks uncooked a gorgeous salad using chunks of smoked tofu.
Here at Crumb Central, we were taken by an urge to eat smoked trout layered over homegrown mâche, garden onions, little segments of oranges from our tree, and radishes from the market.
What is the MATTER with us people?
I know: carbon mouthprint.