Sunday, August 23, 2009

not a recipe.

idyllic

Today I was checking out a location for a wedding that I'm shooting in a few weeks, and it was located at a gorgeous farm on Sauvie Island.

Blue Heron Herbary is a sprawling family farm, dotted with lavender bushes and flanked by corn fields. A hen house greets you as you walk out towards the fields, and we got to meet their flock.

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I asked the dude showing us around if they sold eggs, hoping to pick up a dozen, and instead he gifted me with 14!

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I don't have any exotic plans for these guys yet, but I am sure looking forward to poaching some for breakfast in the morning. And getting to meet the chickens who provide you with eggs is always super awesome- it just brought back my itch for my own backyard flock. I even have the breeds picked out- what I really want is a big fat Black Orpington to sit on my shoulder. My goth spirit guide, the fat black chicken.

Friday, August 21, 2009

the stacy

Installment #49418475 in which I improve leftovers by throwing an egg on top, I give you half a leftover Taqueria Los Gorditos steak burrito ("The Stacy" on the menu, if you're in town- you won't regret it. I got mine dairy-free to avoid gut-bombing myself), turned inside-out, fried in a hot pan, and smooshed together in a toasted flatbread with 2 fried eggs.

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lunch

That, combined with the hamburger that I had for dinner, has fulfilled my meat quota for the next 6 months, holy crap.

Monday, August 17, 2009

relaxing

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Hey, did you know it's tomato season? This dude came from my mom's garden. If all goes as planned, this time next year I'll be harvesting hella tomatoes from my own backyard plot, keep your fingers crossed.

I've been way lazy (well, busy) lately and I haven't had much to say about food. It's summer, I've been eating a lot of salad, a lot of burritos, and not much else. I even thought about calling it quits on this thing officially, or starting a new blog with more of a photo focus and less recipes, but I'm too flaky to do anything official on the internet. Call it a small break, call it what you want. I don't want to jinx anything, but as far as I know, in a few short weeks, you might be seeing photos from a whole new kitchen. The other day, during a short spell of cool grey days, I hunkered down in my favorite sweater, sipping chamomile and daydreaming about what I've come to lovingly refer to as "soup season." I want THIS really bad, and this. And holy crap, this.

Just look under the 'soups' tag, actually- god, I love soup. I love huge bubbling pots of stock, I love being able to smell the fragrant broth from outside, I love leftovers for lunch, I love taking a travel mug of hot soup to the park on a cold day. Winter in Portland is just so beautiful, as much as I love summer, I can't help but pine for scarves, adorable jackets, and mugs full of hot stuff.

But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Today was gorgeous, and I spent the day park-hopping with my son, listening to the breeze ruffle through the trees. I ate nothing exciting, though. I guess comfort foods are my forte. I'll still be around, don't worry.