So, I did go to Organic Wednesday at Pike Place Market yesterday, and it turns out summer is finally here. I was really planning to get some berries, but I was sideswiped by the fact that Alvarez Farm had their first tomatillos of the year. I bought a pound of those, some nice red onions, and a head of garlic, and then I was out of cash.
When I got home I made my usual tomatillo salsa, but with some red serranos that I’d bought at the Broadway market on Sunday, and cilantro from the pot on the balcony. (This is our first-ever successful experiment with growing herbs.) This was the best salsa I’ve ever made–the red chiles give it a nice sweetness and hint of color, and I’d forgotten how great Alvarez’s tomatillos are.
Upon opening the tomatillo bag, I looked in and saw something that didn’t look quite right. My first thought was, “Man, that is one fucked-up tomatillo.” It was the garlic. But the phrase had such a ring to it that I think I’ll start saying things like, “The Middle East? Man, that is one fucked-up tomatillo.”
I like your new saying better, but in the office environment, I guess I’ll have to stick with “Where’s my boss and what have you done to him?”, which alternates with “Every Day’s A New Day”.
Sorry. Mine aren’t food-related, but I can’t use your as much as I’d prefer to…
Another day, another tomatillo.
Just doesn’t roll as nicely… :-( Well, that other all time favorite of mine doesn’t fly well in the office environment either “WHERE’S MY SINGLE MALT?!”
depends on the office environment. :)
If you don’t mind verbal plagiarism, I’d love to borrow the single malt line.
Jen: have at it….the world needs more single malters! My cube is the food cube. The lower left file drawer is where the sugar stuff goes. The top left corner of the desk is where the salt goes. I’ve been known to pull open the bottom file drawer, peer into it intently, longingly and for minutes…looking for hunks of beef (damn cravings) and golden liquids.
I keep hoping one of these days someone will turn that drawer into the wet bar.