I am an organized chef.
I may not be organized at anything else in my life, but darn if I ain't an organized chef.
On Thursday nights I get on the internets, or peruse my recipe books, and add up all the recipes I want to make for the next week.
|A Fragrant Tree Peony?|
I make a list. I make two lists! One for the regular super market, one for the fancy food shop.
In case I need Meyer lemons, you know. Or perhaps some organic kale.
The system works beautifully.
|I am thinking a truffle oil is in order. Or a butter. Or both!|
But the Farmer's Market throws a wrench in the whole thing.
I didn't plan for truffles, rhubarb, or strawberries this week! But I bought them all (and got a bargain on two bunches of baby carrots for the price of one, to boot).
And I got a fragrant tree peony. Or maybe it's a frangipani. My brain is playing weirdo tricks on me, and I honestly can't remember which it is. The names are vaguely homophonic, and I suspect one of them is made up...
|Real strawberries are red all the way through.|
How could I help it? It's springtime, almost summer. The brilliant gifts of nature that prove that the universe is a loving place are upon us.
Too serious? You're too serious!
Food is serious.
|The rhubarb is already macerating with some apples for jam. It's okay you guys, maceration is totally natural.|