Everything I have been posting lately has been so vibrantly colorful – I think I’m trying to hold on to summer for dear life. Maybe it is because our little beach town refuses to get below 80 degrees so we are all up in some late October denial up in here. I’m ok with it.
You guys… isn’t it gorgeous? All the colors. All the ridiculous over the top flavors in one bowl. A perfectly marinated and grilled flank steak, some grilled peppers, lightly dressed greens, tomato confit {fancy pants way of saying tomatoes cooked in an embarrassing amount of olive oil}, marinated shallots, and golden beat hummus combine to create a bowl that will undoubtedly cause you to embarrass yourself with too much enjoyment. {I’m hoping I’m not the only one that reacts with too much enthusiasm over my food}
Let’s talk about how fast we are racing away from tomato season. It makes me feel feelings.
So I am always looking for ways to extend that as long as I possibly can. When tomatoes aren’t as sweet as we would like them to be anymore, it’s a good idea to throw them in a dish with an embarrassing amount of olive oil, some smashed garlic, fresh herbs and S+P and then roast them for a bit. It’s basically a little sweet talk session to make them believe they are middle of the summer tomatoes like all the other cool kids. A little pep talk for the end of season stragglers…. a little coaxing so that we can still have our tomato fix and get on with life.
Let’s talk about onions. I didn’t use to be a fan. They can stinky. They can make you cry. They can make YOU stinky. {which can make other people cry}
However… if you treat them kindly they become something beautiful and versatile and not stinky.
I’m going to take a guess that you have a secret. You’ve got some things hanging out hiding down in the deep places of your heart. You have this recurring dream that you wake up in the morning inspired by but then you don’t tell anyone about it.
Colorful food is my muse these days. It’s just so vibrant and ALIVE and so much more inspiring than drive through chicken and fries, yea? Indeed.
Stay with me now.. we can do this together. We can say no to terrible food more often, yes? Yes we can.
This recipe, loves, is a little magical thing. Simple, super quick to throw together and the sauce – YOU GUYS THE SAUCE – I could drink it with a straw.
I’ve been accused of hyperbole. But that does not apply in this instance. Nope.
A couple of things. 1. I’m not a blueberry OR a white chocolate lover. 2. Somehow this cookie STILL tops my list of cookies I actually dream about at night.
I’ve not posted this recipe before because I was protecting it… hoarding it away for myself because when I make one this good I have a difficult time surrendering it to another set of human hands. {I have my faults… I recognize this}
However, so many people have asked for it recently that I am caving. Caving like a scared little kid who tried to no avail to protect their swiss cake rolls from the hands of the sweaty bully at lunch time. HERE YOU GO. TAKE IT. JUST STOP STARING AT ME WITH THOSE EYES AND THOSE MUSCLES AND THOSE NEEDY EYES.
