Round 23: Back to School
Posted 08 August 2004 - 08:40 PM
Pull out your Sparkle Gel Pen, your cool Trapper Keeper and write the obligatory essay, with a twist. Tell us about What You Ate this Summer. Write long and detailed. Let us sniff the lighter fluid, pick blueberries, skin and bone whitefish. Break my heart with pictures of your heirloom tomatoes --mine plain suck. Smoke butt, grill brats, put up strawberry jam.
Or tell us how you flit from Korean BBQ joints in LA to Per Se in Manhatten. Post pix.
The Smackdown will soon be revamped and rethought, all for the greater glory of you, my dear writers, and eGullet. In honor of the last Smackdown of old times I'm sweetening the purse. Steven has shipped me a huge savoury box of virgin review-copy cookbooks. It gets better.
First Prize: Three books.
Second Prize: Two Books
Third Prize: One book.
And, the glory, of course.
Deadline: September 23rd.
Tell me about your blueberry picking Here
Posted 08 September 2004 - 06:59 PM
The peaches have been woody and hard, the berries expensive and mushy, and it took a trip to Alhambra ,California to get ice cream that shivered me timbers. Fosselman's, for you locals.
I did plant some Grand Rapids lettuce early in the season, and it provided a few lovely salads. But I've beeen braising and stewing and frying chicken and mashing potatoes--all worth the effort. But no fish caught from the end of the dock. No watermelon on a hot day. No fresh squeezed lemonade. No trips to DQ.
Thing is: It's all my own damn fault. I could be attending the Sandwich (IL) fair and its All-You-Can-Eat corn event. I could have driven up the eastern shore of Lake Michigan to Traverse City and picked cherries. I could have supported some lame suburban Farmer's Market, and I didn't.
External factors made me forget what's really important about summer and food, and that scares the hell out of me. What if I don't get another summer to pick baby green beans or bitch about too much zucchini? Next year I'll keep my eye on the ball.
Please tell me you did better. I want to lounge on your deck, dangle my toes in your pool, squeeze honeydews with you.
Posted 06 October 2004 - 06:31 PM
Edited by Timh, 06 October 2004 - 07:33 PM.