dinner post, as requestedPosted: August 6, 2008
Alternate Title: What Happens When You Forget To Take Pictures As You Cook And Let Someone Else Hold the Camera.
The temporary ex-pats in Edinburgh called for a food post. Poor dears, they must be hungry.
Last Saturday at the market, I found my self suddenly flush with cash. Woo! I ran into The Employer of The Month, aka the Kingpin, and she handed me a wad o’ cash. There went my market budgeting technique. Usually, I leave when I run out of money. So there I was with said wad o’ cash – what to do? I bought meat. Skirt steak to be exact, from Wolf Creek, with the intention of doing…ah… something with it. Mainly, I was just excited to have a tidy little roll of steak to carry home.
So there was that, as a start. And then there was a girl who needed to come over and have dinner. And there were tomatillos and onions and cilantro and chilis for salsa, which my small auxiliary red head helped to make, but didn’t eat (“too spicy!”). And there was my grandma’s Spanish Rice and sliced cucumbers and goat’s cheese from the goat cheese man. There was a giant mango for dessert that was so ripe it dripped all over my lap when I cut it up outside. Not local, but shipped direct from a real person – unknown to me, but still! A real person. It was fucking good, that mango
But I forgot to take pictures until I was done with all but the steak, so I handed off the camera while I finished up. Caption suggestions welcome, of course. Now stop making fun of how short I am. I am sure you’ve got cabinets you can’t reach at your house, too.
The steak was marinated in lime, chili pieces, cumin, salt and oil.
Local chips! So good. Green beans and salsa aren’t worth mentioning because the green beans were old and tough.