MARKET BASKET: Green tomatoes offer fresh repertoire of recipes
05.10.11
I don’t have knowledge of how it’s been in your garden, but my tomato plants have had an exceptional season.
I am still harvesting cherry and grape tomatoes regularly and my slicers every other day. I have made boatloads of salsa and spaghetti sauce. I’ve thrown them in salads and nestled them in sandwiches of all kinds. But now, it’s about together for me to begin harvesting those slicers while they are still hard and green.
On a natural year, I try to wait until the nighttime temperatures fall faithfully below 50 degrees before I pick them green, but I’m getting a youthful impatient. I want to make green tomato take pleasure in, green tomato pickles, green tomato marmalade, leafy tomato salsa, green tomato pies, and of performance, I will need to fry some.
I will make all these green culinary treats in stages as I look ship to my deadline of our first true frost. That’s when the plants will shut down and be finished for the salt. If I’m lucky, I’ve got a month in front of me to get it all done.
Source: The Tennessean
Grilling the old-fashioned way
11.09.11
Then, there was a point a couple of friends and I were studying.
When it came time for supper, I fired up the pit and plopped a few
beef patties onto the grill. We invited their wives over for
burgers and threw on a few more patties. Then, our duplex neighbor
and his ball dropped in — more burger makings were added to the
grill. By that culture, the grill was full and smoking, the flames
were charring those juicy babies to quintessence. After I’d flipped
and charred them, I removed them from the grill and headed for the
kitchenette. Just as I crossed the threshold I tripped, and all the
patties landed on our linoleum kitchenette floor. Luckily, we were all
seasoned, hungry college veterans, so off the prostrate the beef
patties came and onto the serving platter. Weird, nobody turned
down a burger, and nothing was mentioned about my near fall.
Grills have go a long way since then, and we’ve owned many
different kinds over the years. We once had a built-in electric
maquette on our patio. I could turn it on the lowest setting and
overnight smear a large brisket to the “almost tender” step.
I’ve burned out the burners of so many propane grills I can’t
remember. My last grill wasn’t a grill at all; it was an electric
smoker, a abbreviate, barrel-looking apparatus with two vertically
stacked grills and a soften pan to catch the drippins’. Oh, I’ve
sometimes used it for a grill, but the coals are so far below the
cooking outside I’d almost have to put steaks on Saturday night for
Sunday’s dinner. It did a nice job of smoking a medium-sized roast,
but a brisket was too humongous and out of the question.
Source: Your Houston News