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.
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.
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?
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.
