In a perfect world, creme brûlée would be vegan. Unfortunately, I’m not sure that I can veganize a dessert based heavily on eggs and heavy cream. Flax egg creme brûlée? I don’t think so…
In a perfect world, yoga pants would be perfectly acceptable professional attire, and while I’m dreaming, flip flops too. I’ve gotten very comfortable in my summer dress code and in exactly 7 days, I’m back to heels…
In a perfect world, we’d have a garden. And a hot tub:) but a garden for Matty B to grow zucchini and green beans and basil and tomatoes, yes, tomatoes!
So we have a townhouse and it’s really quite lovely, but with one major downfall: no yard to call our “own”. We make due. We go to the park. A lot. Multiple times a day. But still, no garden.
So a “topsy turvy” was purchased and after waiting feverishly all summer, we have tomatoes!
Ever since Grandpa let Miss Rae squish the tomatoes on his plant in Walla Walla, she’s been itching to get at mine! This opportunity was a dream come true! And of course J Man had to get in on the fun!
Armed with my six juicy tomatoes, and eyeing the fresh basil a friend had passed on, the answer was obvious- bruschetta!
The following isn’t as much of a recipe as it is a method, and oh, it was good!
1 giant handful fresh basil
2-3 cloves chopped garlic
1-2 TBS olive oil
Salt and pepper to taste
Chop all ingredients and combine!
Because I was feeing very Martha Stewart, I had just pulled a loaf of bread out of the oven…
This is that no brainer, no knead bread from the NY Times. It’s all I’m capable of. Don’t judge.
Needless, to say, this was dinner.
Well, this x7. I drizzled a little balsamic on top. Oh people.
In a perfect world, this is what I eat all day, every day…