Tomato season. Finally.
Actually, I could have had some outstanding tomatoes a week and a half ago, except that I had forgotten that my heirloom tomato plant was a yellow-orange variety, and I kept waiting for the darn things to turn red. It was only when I went out to pick some of the less-wonderful red "Big Girl" type that I saw some rotting on the vine and realized that what's there is all extremely ripe, kind of a yellow-pumpkin color with a blush of red at the bottom. Sweet, low acid, meaty and juicy.
So yesterday's dinner for 8 included a salsa fresca made with yellow and red tomato, green jalapeno (also from the garden, and the hot dry weather lately has pumped up their heat nicely), purple and white onion and cilantro. A dash of salt and pepper and a splash of red wine vinegar and they were perfect.
Another couple got sliced with some basil and fresh mozz (plastic-packed from Jewel), splash of olive oil, salt and pepper.
Garden Fresh had some nicely ripe, huge california avocados (looked like Haas on steroids, while Jewel had nothing that was ripe at all), combined with salt, lime, cilantro and a couple minced chipotles in adobo, nice foil for the salsa.
Some skirt steak and chicken marinated (separately) in red wine, lime juice, worcestershire sauce, massive quantities of garlic, some cumin and chile powder, then grilled and sliced, served with the above salsa and guac, refried black beans, jack cheese, flour tortillas, and sauteed (not enough room on the grill) red bell peppers (also from the garden), white onion (not), and sliced jalapenos (yes). The jalas gave the onions a nice kick even for those who stayed away from the hot peppers, and the red peppers are hundreds of times more flavorful than grocery store ones.
And that's not all: earlier in the day MrsF made dark chocolate cupcakes with an orange-flavored cream cheese filling and chocolate buttercream frosting. Eaten with some of the 25-year port from our anniversary.
A meal for kings and queens.
What is patriotism, but the love of good things we ate in our childhood?
-- Lin Yutang