Monday, August 22, 2011
Tripped out to Pacific Gourmet on Court Street; I had remembered seeing huge beefsteak tomatoes there. I buy olive oil from them, as they always have a good deal, far better even than Sahadi's. They had wonderful-looking grapes and the owner invited me to take some fresh from a new box, as bees buzzed around the others on display. I like bees, I said. He said, You are only person who like bees!
Then I went inside and found chestnut honey, which is one of those things that defies description. The seasons are itching to change. Must be. Why else would I look for honey, which I eat, I think, when the air is crisp? This may be August, but we have the long, clear light of September. When I left, the owner, still on the sidewalk, handed me a big, fat cherry, and asked if I was German. The cherry was firm and juicy. An old lady beside him was chewing one, too. How else to describe her? She was bent and leaned on a shopping cart. One day, I will be described as an old lady. It terrifies me at night.
Anyway, I received a recipe today, fresh from Istanbul, where people know how and what to eat. I had asked my friend Bevan last night what to make for dinner so today he told me. Stuffed tomatoes.
Recipe over at 66 Square Feet (the Food). I'll post pictures later, when they have been taken...