The Last Tomato
There’s a frost warning for NYC tonight and we still have several tomatoes ripening in the back yard. I don’t want to risk damaging them so we’ll have to do the old pick and toss in the brown paper bag bit. As much as I enjoy autumn, it’s still a little sad to reach this point. Time to get out the root vegetable soup and meat braises and chili and stew recipes.
The change of seasons usually would imply, well, change but it looks like some things will always stay the same. It is perhaps comforting however that in a time of war with the global economy melting down that some people can make being outraged over a weenie flash that was only visible in slow motion a priority. Warms my heart, really it does. It’s good to see that the kids who stood disapprovingly in the corner during college parties while the rest of us were shotgunning cheap beer have found something to do with their lives. I’m sure they’ll be rewarded in the afterlife. And you know, there’s something to be said for a group that can work the phrase “fleeting penises” into a press release.
The good folks at the PTC remind me of those people back in the days of vinyl records who would play Led Zeppelin records backwards looking for evidence of Satanism when meanwhile there were (and are) legitimately Satanic bands out there cranking out records. They just weren’t as popular so they weren’t worthy targets. The PTC on the other hand has a chance to go after a show biz entity more ubiquitous that Survivor: Rachael Ray who recently aired a segment far more titillating than a weenie flash.
Speaking of corn, there was a good little “end of summer Minestrone” recipe in the NY Times food section a few weeks ago that I’ve been using. Not following exactly but making slight variations like adding celery (it calls for onion and carrots so why not complete the mirepoix?), substituting some leek for the onion and then serving with both black pepper and red pepper flakes. It’s a lot of chopping but cutting up a whole mess of veg can put you in a calm, meditative state, something that we all need to try to be in more often these days.
Maybe another batch is in order. It’d be a fine sendoff to those last tomatoes.
The change of seasons usually would imply, well, change but it looks like some things will always stay the same. It is perhaps comforting however that in a time of war with the global economy melting down that some people can make being outraged over a weenie flash that was only visible in slow motion a priority. Warms my heart, really it does. It’s good to see that the kids who stood disapprovingly in the corner during college parties while the rest of us were shotgunning cheap beer have found something to do with their lives. I’m sure they’ll be rewarded in the afterlife. And you know, there’s something to be said for a group that can work the phrase “fleeting penises” into a press release.
The good folks at the PTC remind me of those people back in the days of vinyl records who would play Led Zeppelin records backwards looking for evidence of Satanism when meanwhile there were (and are) legitimately Satanic bands out there cranking out records. They just weren’t as popular so they weren’t worthy targets. The PTC on the other hand has a chance to go after a show biz entity more ubiquitous that Survivor: Rachael Ray who recently aired a segment far more titillating than a weenie flash.
Speaking of corn, there was a good little “end of summer Minestrone” recipe in the NY Times food section a few weeks ago that I’ve been using. Not following exactly but making slight variations like adding celery (it calls for onion and carrots so why not complete the mirepoix?), substituting some leek for the onion and then serving with both black pepper and red pepper flakes. It’s a lot of chopping but cutting up a whole mess of veg can put you in a calm, meditative state, something that we all need to try to be in more often these days.
Maybe another batch is in order. It’d be a fine sendoff to those last tomatoes.
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