Not too long ago I wrote about this bowl of what some would call disappointment.
I’d waited until way into November to cut the last of these and came up with one singular red in a pile of green, green, green (It was delicious though and full of peppery flavor. Thanks little guy.) I think I know a few people who would have fed this to their compost pile but it’s important not to doubt the beauty and magic of having been a southern girl. A rub in a little flour, a bath in an egg wash, a dip in cornmeal + breadcrumbs + salt + paprika, and a trip to the old oil jacuzzi can turn an unripened crop into something truly lovely.
And what to do with leftover egg wash? French Toast, of course.
And, cause it’s Vancouver not Vicksburg, a ramekin of leftover tzatziki.