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.
What do you do with a mess of Thai Basil? Hint: long boats, scuppers, captain’s daughters, and rusty razors not required.
I present you with a new micro-meme: YACD, or Yet Another Cucumber Dish. In this case, a rather nice one discovered in the New York Times.
I thought about titling this post “Garlic Dill Refrigerator Pickles” just for the SEO but where’s the imagination (and, more importantly, bad pun/cheesy sex reference) in that?
Yellow tomatoes play the role of Juicy Meaty in this year’s first summer salsa, alongside cowhorns as Deepsmoke Spicy and cherry tomatoes as Lil RedTart.
“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet must-roses, and with eglantine.”
– William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
