Wild: living or growing in the natural environment;
not domesticated or cultivated
not domesticated or cultivated
As much as I miss city life -- wine bars, Sephora, fancy haircuts and the tap, tap, tap of high heels on polished wood -- I love the idea that I live in a place where the folks are just a little bit wild and not in a whoo-hoo, upside down margaritas, tight jean skirt and making out with your best friend's wife (yeah...you know who you are and of course there's ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT)...but a different sort of wild, the kind that demands you live a little closer to the earth, press your cheek firmly against the mossy surface and dip your hands into the freezing ocean. Because that's where supper lives. Today, the three of us divided and conquered. The Neighbor hit the docks (secret spot...if I tell he'll pull my plug and not in a friendly way) while the Ranger and I hit the forest.
and tight butt cheeks. That's why I like to watch.
The broth simmered all night in the crockpot -- chicken, ham hocks, ginger, shallots, garlic and dried thyme -- then the mushrooms, gently sauteed in butter with leeks and white wine, were added. A generous sprinkle of fresh thyme. More simmer. And then the Secret Ingredient. A wicked Gremolata -- toasted hazelnuts, roasted garlic, lemon zest and arugula, chopped and blended. A dollop on each serving. And on top of the dollop...shitaki mushrooms sliced and flash-fried in a mixture of olive and sesame oil. Here at the treehouse, we call them bacon bits because that's exactly what they taste like. We eat them on salad, on fish, off the Ranger's biceps.
6 comments:
Oh.my.god. I nearly leaned over and licked the screen of my monitor. You're killing me her, chica.
Forgot the "e" in my visual food-induced swoon. Here. You're killing me here.
Yum-E ... I made some awesome stuffed peppers today, but nothing to compare with this. Jeff was grateful, though, since I promised for a week I was making them.
(p.s. he's a Crab!)
Too bad they don't have "blog 'n sniff" you can add so many other things, virtual pets, YouTubes, TizMes, photos, why not smell??
Love ya,
Kyle xo
Bring it on, H-san. WILD MUSHROOM BATTLE. Loser runs naked through the farmers market.
The Chef
Hijola, mujer! And you didn't invite me!! I could have picked wild huckleberries from the Ranger's trail to add blessings! But Dulce ate them.
P.S. The buffalo for your BD is Picasso marble. KLH xo
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