Showing posts with label mustaches. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mustaches. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

conquering the csa while sitting in front of the tv

Did you know that my one-day-a-week job is now two days a week? It goes without saying that I am not cut out for such a rigorous schedule.

The yachtsman appears to be growing a huge mustache (pronounced moose-TASH).

All I want to do right now is watch TV.

But first I'm going to tell you how to roast some little plum tomatoes. As if you didn't already know.

Cut off the ends, then cut them in half the short way, place them on a baking sheet (lined with parchment paper for easy cleanup, if you like), douse them with olive oil, sprinkle with salt,


and roast them in the oven at a very low temperature (200-225 degrees) for a very long time—several episodes of Mad Men, a couple of Friday Night Lights, a Party Down or two. Until they're shriveled, basically, but before they're overly chewy.


Toss them with pasta, serve with a salad, eat as a salty-sweet snack.

They can be refrigerated in an airtight container in their cooking oil, plus some extra, for a week or two, or stored frozen for much longer.


That mustache has got to go.

Please pass the remote.