Wednesday, July 08, 2009

One Local Snickersnack

Our first Anaheim pepper from the garden!
It was about seven inches long, not counting the stem. It had a little heat in it. It was really, really slender.
But we wanted to stuff it anyway.
We figured the best way would be to slice it completely in half, and each of us would get a little boat filled with good things.
Everything except the avocado drizzle was local (and the avocado drizzle had loads of local items, including homegrown onions, tomatillos and peppers from the farmers market, and Marin County rain-reservoirs tap water — avocados and tomatillos contain a lot of pectin, and can take the addition of a splash of H2O).
Purty little black beans are from Full Belly Farms. The feta is made with goat's milk, by a local company. I don't know where they get their goat's milk (and they have no Web presence), but I'm happy to have it because it's not made from cow's milk, which I'm avoiding.
It wasn't enough food for a full meal, so we had to (had to!) eat fresh corn on the cob, also.
Very New World.
I'm changing my name to Stands with a Fist. (Hey, she was mad, too!)


Anna Haight said...

Looks and sounds delicious! I think there are goats in West Marin...

cookiecrumb said...

Anna: I'm pretty sure we have local goats, too. It would be silly to import goat milk from very far away to make cheese. I just wish I knew more about this company.

dancingmorganmouse said...

Like the new name, is the fist you are standing with being shaken skywards?
Do you find goat cheese has a funny under/after taste, not in a bad way at all, but a bit farmy. I like it.

cookiecrumb said...

Mouse: I don't mean to underestimate your cultural reference points. Stands with a Fist was John Dunbar's love in "Dances with Wolves." Her fist was aimed at some dude's jaw, I think. :D
Yes, that is *exactly* what is good about goat cheese.

kudzu said...

That looks so good.

I'm ravenous after writing all day and dealing with "birth announcements" re: the arrival of my niece's daughter. All is very well in my world. But now I'm hungry.

dancingmorganmouse said...

Ooo, dances with wolves, I'd completely forgotten about that movie, opski.

J-in-Wales said...

A perfect little snackette. Do you deliver?

I have practically moved entirely over to goat cheese lately. Not for any, umm, digestive reasons - I just prefer the goaty flavour.

Zoomie said...

Maybe you should change your name to "Eats with a fist." :-)

Heather said...

Ooh, nom! When I first saw this in my reader (with the picture so tiny), I thought: "why has she stuffed a pepper with peanut butter and raisins?" This makes much more sense. Not that there's anything wrong with an Anaheim ants-on-a-log.

My peppers are the merest twinkling in their father's eye - though two of the flowers are starting to drop off into wee chiles.

cookiecrumb said...

Kudzu: I have to say, it's loads of fun to be made hungry by looking at other people's blogs. And you just flattered me.
Congratulations on the baby.

Mouse: I think I have that movie on Beta tape somewhere. A fat lot of good it'll do me.

J-in-Wales: I would think you were all about sheep's milk! What do you do with your ewes?
(Yes, I'll deliver! I was just looking at a map of Wales yesterday. Where, Cardiff?)

Zoomie: Why the hell not. I drink with two fists! :D

Heather: You forgot the booger garnish! Yum.
Good luck in the garden. Things are quite fertile up your way.

EB of SpiceDish said...

From the garden? Jealous. It really looks perfect. Rock on Stands with a Fist!

cookiecrumb said...

Thank you, EB! Yes, our garden has nice dirt and hours of sun. It's a little late this year, but the produce is a'comin'.

J-in-Wales said...

Sadly no milk sheep in this part of Wales. Just the rufty-tufty hill variety. I'm about 3 hours from Cardiff, in the middle bit where the hills start and people begin to get much thinner on the ground.
Hmmm. Perhaps by the time my snickersnack arrives, it won't be quite so local after all. Or indeed very fresh!

cookiecrumb said...

J-in-Wales: Of course you're not in Cardiff; I knew that. I've seen your house photo. But three hours into the middle, near the mountains? That's hardy stuff. I probably couldn't even pronounce the name of your town.
(I read a great quote the other day. "All Welsh people speak English, unless they're angry with you.")

We Are Never Full said...

i love this. we tried to grow anaheim chilies in our crap backyard in brooklyn last summer but they just wouldn't grow. these look great.