These cookies may be gingerbread but eating them would be tantamount to breaking off a piece of the north transept rose window of Notre Dame and using it as a coaster. Or, perhaps in simpler terms, A HEINOUS SIN. Semi-inspired by said window and medieval blacksmith puzzles, these cookies are really for hanging in a window or near lots of sparkly lights.
Trying to convince yourself that chili without chili powder is exactly the sort of dish you’ll want to eat on a blustery autumn evening presents the same sort of challenge that trying to convince yourself that a movie based on a Brian Scott O’Malley’s comic book about a 20-something loser in a band who struggles with closure in relationships is worth seeing repeatedly.
I’ve got chocolate in my oatmeal. And cinnamon. And actually, a bit of grated fresh ginger. Tsk… don’t make that face ’til you’ve tried it.
That is, how to dry peppers in humid Mid-Atlantic weather without resorting to a dehydrator or leaving them in the hot sun on the hood of your car.
Picked a whole basketful of peppers yesterday. Let’s see how long they take to dry in the oven.
The Brain: Eggplant. Green beans. Pinky, are you pondering what I’m pondering?
Pinky: I think so, Brain, but if the plural of mouse is mice, wouldn’t the plural of spouse be spice?
Wherein I wax poetic about cowhorn peppers, the reproduction rates of pandas and pickling.
Now I’m not saying that I’m sick of eating (and growing and eating and growing and eating and growing) tomatoes. I’m just saying if I were sick of eating tomatoes, I’d still eat this salsa.
Me and the real winners of the evening – Chef Aaron of Vintage 50 and his staff who turned some boring ol’ ketchup into pork belly succulence.
