Even though I’ve been a big slacker as of late, it’s not that I haven’t been THINKING of posting. I have. See? look at all these pictures I took to share with you. I’m short on follow through at the moment… but I’m working on it. I promise.
We’ve been big into pizza making as of late. The Alice Waters dough recipe from The Art of Simple Food is perfection.
Favorite pizza of the season = Fig and gorgonzola with rosemary and thyme.
Oh baby. We made it again on sunday for my unlce’s birthday and added pancetta (i suppose not everyone is a vegetarian) and my family just about lost their minds. The problem with pizza is it’s never finished when it’s still light out so I can never get a good picture.
Also, garden tomatoes with garlic, olive oil, basil and fresh mozzarella. Plus jalapeños. Which are a very handy little plant to have out back. I haven’t had to buy a pepper in a very long time.
Figs! Which are coming in from our trees by the bushel full. Hence the fig pizza. The birds get most of them, but I do try to make use of them the best I can. Fig jam is next. I feel sorely cheated if I don’t get at least one batch in each season.
Aren’t they the most pretty how the ripen in rainbow order? These are one of my favorite varieties. I plant them every year without fail and they produce the most delicious little cherry tomatoes, no matter how much neglect they endure, every single year. They’re call currant tomatoes, presumably because of their tininess. And if you live in LA, you can buy seedlings at the Marina Del Rey Garden Center every spring.
Our tomato bounty from the backyard. Also the inspiration the tomato pizza mentioned above.
Then there’s the friendly patch of naked ladies that pop up every summer under the Mission fig tree. They’re so pretty and elegant. And fleeting. But maybe that’s what makes them special.
And my zinnia crop. I’m never going another season without planting flowers. They’re so happy back there.
These pretty peas are allegedly NOT black eyed peas. They are a more gourmet cousin… Pink-eyed peas. Eew. Kind of a sorry name. But truthfully they taste the same. And even more truthfully, I don’t think I like them all that much. They’re so… dry. I mean compared to all the other delicious beans out there. But they make for a pretty picture.
Finally, the gem of our summer crop. We somehow managed to plant Concord grapes. Whoa. This is the first year our grapes have matured into real fruit so we were anxious to see what they would taste like. We have regular Thompson type variety too, but the Concords are little jewels of sweetness.
There. That feels so much better! Now I’ve shared. Cleared my photo cue and I can move on to more regular blogging.
PS. I think there’s a teeny hint of fall in the light this morning. I’m almost excited.