Do you ever get sick of your own voice, your own writing? I do. When I sat down to write this post for this blissfully delicious Watermelon Street Corn Salad I thought, ugh, not this b*tch again. It may sound like self-deprecation but it’s not. It’s like watching the same television show over and over again; the storylines may vary episode to episode but the personality stays the same. I’m sick of my narrative, my quirky puns, my attempts at humor. It’s pretty much what my head sounds like all the time.
Today’s Black Forest Floats are not just a recipe, they are a part of a larger movement to make floats cool again. I used to love floats. They were my go-to at the restaurant my neighbors owned while I was growing up and my faithful order at the Dairy Bar on way home from the family cottage. I loved them, I drank them, I lived them. And then floats pretty much disappeared.
I get it! Floats are not good for you – they are sugar bombs. I think it’s great that we, as a society, have decided to pay more attention to what we eat. But on the other hand, why do I have to live in a world where Nacho Cheese flavored taco shells are a thing, but putting soda on ice cream is just too much? Well, the short answer is I don’t when I can make my own floats and sneer at evil taco shells.
I’m always perplexed by people who profess to hate salad. I’m sure you know people like that, the ones who call any vegetable matter “rabbit food.” Personally, I think they’re nuts. Putting greenery in a salad bowl gives you leave to commit all matter of food-related sins. Take today’s Peach Panzanella salad for example. Sure, there’s some Boston lettuce in there and other “rabbity” items, but there’s also oil-riddled chunks of bread, balls of cheese, mortadella, and briny, briny olives. It’s basically a grocery store deli counter in a bowl and I STILL get to call it a “salad” and feel good about eating it. Salads are great! Haters have no idea what they’re missing.
Hey, guys! So, we’ve arrived in the dog days of summer and I’m wondering, are you having serious FOMO right now? Maybe it’s because I call Canada (Land-O-Painful-Winters) home, but I feel like I haven’t lived. I haven’t gone for enough swims or taken enough sunshiny strolls. There are patios I haven’t sufficiently enjoyed and there are saisons, pilsners, and hefeweizens I have yet to drink. It’s all gone too fast. So, like any reasonable adult, I’ve decided to live in complete and utter denial about summer’s imminent end. And I’m kicking things off with today’s Heirloom Tomato Bocconcini Pie.