There's this one place I go to for lunch all the time, they have these brilliant Vietnamese Sandwiches- I won't mention the name of it as it is already far too crowded for my taste and sometimes the line is twenty plus deep, but it would be my last meal on earth given a chance (albeit eaten somewhere else, say the Pool Room of the Four Seasons if I had to be in New York). Anyway, I found myself there on this absolute scorcher of a day as it was one of those regrettable either find an air conditioned place or wind up in the hospital days- and you know me and my aversion to the heat. Anyway, after the usual spectacular meal washed down with an absolutely perfect Diet Coke, I had a chat with the owner as I sometimes do and she gave me a bunch of stuff from her garden. The bounty of the day consisted of her scorching hot peppers that sometimes set my mouth aflame (a little bit reduced the Other Half to tears a while back) as well as some pear shaped tomatoes and some plums. Now, to think of an appropriate summer menu to best enjoy them- any suggestions are of course most welcome.
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| caution: fire, or, hell on earth |
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| a lovely little assortment of small tomatoes |
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| professor plum in the garden with a? |
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