Happy Anniversary Pirate Kitchen! I thoughtandthoughtandthought about a blog off and on for years and then three years ago *poof* it happened. The other night at yoga, our instructor said, “take your practice seriously, but don’t take yourself too seriously.” She added a quick, “know what I mean?” And I did. I still do and will try to forever infinity. There have been many times along the way here that I’ve taken this and myself way too seriously and felt the crash and burn coming. But then I shut my eyes really tight and remind myself why I do this: I love it. I also have to thank Rob (cheerleader and occasional IT department) for lots of hand-holding and reminding me why I do this. It’s a capsule for many things I love that are sometimes related and sometimes not, but to me make sense. Know what I mean?
In the June issue of Southern Living magazine, I spotted jicama in the list of ingredients in a watermelon salad and was intrigued. I’ve eaten jicama before and liked it, but never made anything with it, set out to buy it and when the sign at the grocery store read Jicama that’s what I thought I was buying. Wrong, it was a yuca (also known as cassava). I discovered this when I consulted YouTube to make sure I was dealing with the jicama properly and thought, “Whaaaaat? That looks nothing like the jicama I have!” After a little more internet research, I discovered I had a yuca in my possession and got back in the car to find…jicama. <sigh>
We knew nothing about grapes. Two summers ago, Rob and I planted a grape vine that also shares space on our pergola (that Rob built) with wisteria and trumpet vine. In this relatively short period of time, they went up and over giving our pergola, and yard, a very romantic look and shade to our patio.
Summer bounty in a bowl. It’s all about the Summer veggies, but because of some pesky varmints:
there have only been some Cherry tomatoes – no Romas at all! Despite the noted absence of the larger tomatoes, it wouldn’t be summer if I didn’t make Ciambotta just once. I remember eating Ciambotta, an Italian, tomato-based vegetable stew, every Summer growing up. Family, friends and neighbors had massive gardens and once everything was ripe for picking, there was a constant supply of tomatoes, zucchini, peppers, green beans and the like. My mother made this every Summer and we usually just ate it in bowls, sometimes with bread. My twist is to add fried capers on top.
Definition of LIFE: work, kids, work, kids, work, kids and a pool… that we’re putting in ourselves (yes, we are). And while that last sentence looks like humdrum and a lot of work, it’s our LIFE. It’s very big and bold and (ahem) italicized. Far from humdrum, thank you very much.