Archive for the ‘Fresh’ Category
One Less Fruit…
Readers, my apologies for such a long absence without even a short explanation!
Summertime has proven to be lazy, hot and deeply introspective for Yours Truly. Emerging from my humid-induced mental solace, I have decided–after much internal debate–that I want a break. So I am leaving The Passion Fruits.
It’s been a great joy being in this space and I would like to extend my thanks to our readers for commenting, sharing and, well, reading. You have all helped make this a very rewarding experience. Do know, my decision to leave was not an easy one.
Luke, I want to thank you, too, for being my partner in crime for the past year. I am not sure how we managed to pull this all off, but we did! Thank you.
I will digitally-regenerate, soon. For now, you may follow me on Twitter and Flickr.
Thanks again.
Choke on This: Baby Artichoke Pasta
Baby artichokes courtesy of Kuhn Orchards. This guy looks so….Audrey II. Check out what I made after the jump.
Gyspy Eggs, Peas and (basil) Leaves!
Baked eggs, with spicy ground pork, tomato sauce, peas, opal and genovese basil.
From Tomato to Tomato, Potato, Green Bean Summer Salad
In the beginning, there was a single, baby heirloom tomato. My inspiration. And one I couldn’t stop capturing.
Gonna Pork It
The beginning: Pork butt, garlic, fennel, rosemary and orange.
Slow-roasted, piled onto grilled ciabatta bread (rubbed with garlic) and topped with a raw fennel, carrot slaw and shaved parmigiano reggiano.
Hot Days, Cool Grains
If you live in D.C., chances are your panties have been moist at some point in the past few weeks. No, the moisture is not a result of D.C. gaining statehood but rather of sweltering temperatures. Days, nay, weeks like these remind me of our swamp origins and one of my favorite quotes: “Washington. A swamp that traded malaria for politics.”
The heat makes me want to eat as little as possible. And firing up the oven on days like, oh, today, are not in the cards.
Salads. Yes, salads are what I want to eat.
And I want salad that’s hearty enough. One that will keep me full but not feel weighty like Carnie Wilson circa 1991.
Enter grains: rice, quinoa, farro.
Back to Squash Basics i.e. Beyond Squash Blossoms
No, I’m not quite done with squash blossoms. I will be buying more of these sublime summer delicacies tomorrow morning at the U Street Farmers Market. However, I couldn’t help but be swayed by some gorgeous-looking squash at the market the other day. They are golden! Gold. Not yellow. Gold. Dorothy Gale (or myself) would happily skip across these. Of course, I’d happily skip. Anywhere.
What did I make? Check it out after Da Jump.
‘Whaaaaaaaaaat?’ Radicchio Treviso in DC?
I had a Ms. Edna Garrett moment when I saw the following at the at the Dupont Farmers Market yesterday.
Radicchio Rosso di Treviso. See what I made after the jump.
They’re Here!
How I’ve missed you, Squash Blossoms. Check out what I made after the jump.













