It all began with the onions.
One step into the pantry and it became clear that something was a little off. Usually it's one of two things: the onions or the potatoes.
On this day it was the onions. Even though I had just purchased the bag and they all appeared to be fine when I looked them over at the grocery store, a few of them were starting to become soft... just soft enough to leave their less than desirable scent in the pantry.
Before things went from bad to worse, I decided to salvage what I could of the offenders.
Now I'll be ahead of the game.
Into the freezer with these.
How thankful I will be the next time I'm preparing soup or one of the many other recipes requiring chopped onions.
Once that was done I checked in on the garlic chives I had drying on the kitchen counter.
This was the first time I'd grown them and wasn't quite sure how to use them. I watched a few YouTube videos to learn more.
I watched an Asian chef instruct me to snip them up with scissors and let them sit on the counter for a few days. It worked beautifully. It seems they are used extensively in Asian cooking and have been grown in China for thousands and thousands of years. He suggested using them in soups throughout the winter.
I also watched a farmer pointing out how they grow and drop seeds in the garden, thus making new little plants. The farmer suggested they are good anyplace you'd like a mild garlic taste. He suggested using them fresh on top of pizza or in potato soup. Mmmm... sounds good to me.
Do you use them? If so, what is your favorite way to use them?
Chocolate Zucchini Cake
I have found that the zucchini from the grocery store works just fine in my favorite summertime cake.
Into the oven.
The countdown begins.
By now I'm getting tired of being in the kitchen and everywhere I look is a mess waiting to be dealt with.
Yikes, I'm getting out of here.
I'm escaping into the living (reading) room with my healthy summertime coffee drink.
My large and rather diverse selection of books awaits.
I'm thinking The Enchanted Barn by Grace Livingston Hill might be the one or maybe I'll just sip my coffee and gaze at Vintage Cottages. Either way I'm not coming out til the timer goes off.