I’m pretty sure by now, y’all (yes I’m a Southern belle today) know where my CSA produce is going, but just in case it’s not clear, It’s. In. My. Belly. Our last week of produce was so unbelievable easy and simple, it felt like child’s play (obviously my ego still hasn’t gone down since teaching spinning class – the poor Hubby).
When we picked up this particular batch, my first thought upon seeing all the fruit, potatoes, corn, onions, and peppers is, “I got this shit!,” followed closely by “Thank god, I needed an easy week.” Other than the patty pan squash, which as you know I stuffed last Sunday, all the produce was a breeze to use last week. In fact, I really didn’t post many pictures because it went into simple meals. There was nothing elaborate or even creative, and certainly not a new recipe, but just to show we didn’t actually pitch it or give it to the woodland creatures living in our backyard, here’s some of our CSA in pictures.
Side note: there are woodland creatures living in our backyard. Think bunnies, chipmunks (the ones who survive our cats) and birds of every color and feather. I know this because I feed them on occasion. This one time (at band camp), I discovered an entire loaf of bread which had done bad. I know, I know, we were out-of-town and forgot about it. I’m ashamed just admitting it.
I set the loaf in the middle of our backyard for all to enjoy, and within thirty minutes, it looked like a scene from Disney’s Snow White with all the animals eating and frolicking around the bread. The only thing missing was the princess (ahem). I’ve never seen anything like it and want to do it all over again, but this time catch it on camera. I don’t want to waste a loaf of bread though; all those good carbs, what’s a girl to do?!
Back to the CSA, which did in fact get eaten last week.
Why does my hand look like one of those wrinkly doggies? Hmmm, it might be time for some Botox. Will they inject it in your palms, and does it hurt because I’m not a big fan of pain, which is why me and Mr. Grey would never work out. Sort of like Kristin Stewart and Robert Pattison. Did anyone think they really stood a chance. Team Jacob all the way; not team married man with children though. What the hell was that guy thinking?
Back to my CSA, look at my big beautiful melon (insert your own dirty non-Kristen Stewart joke here). This watermelon was so good and juicy. The flavor was out of this world. Nothing is better in the summertime than fresh fruit. The only thing missing is a spittoon for all the seeds. If anybody is thinking of some gift ideas for me (especially since I don’t have a birthday coming up 🙁 ), a spittoon might be the way to go. I prefer brass so it makes the Twang sound when the seed bounces off its beautiful brassy walls. I’m pretty sure my desire for a spit jar is solely for the cool noise. It brings me back to my childhood and Saturday morning cartoons.
In addition to the fruit, I had to work through all the baby tomatoes, onions and green bell peppers we had been getting in steady supply over the past couple weeks. And that’s exactly what I did. I sautéed them and made burritos with red beans and rice (Baby Got Back). I added them to the Hubby’s lunch time veggie wraps, and I mixed them in with the CSA potatoes for some serious no holds barred home fries and scrambled eggs . Breakfast for dinner is one of my favorites
Some of the fixin’s (still Southern) for our burritos and why yes that is a ginormous bowl of cheese on the bottom left. Don’t judge; I did three spin classes last week.
That’s covers pretty much everything except the patty pan squash and corn, and just in case you forgot….
There’s our week in CSA land. And for shit and giggles, I surprised the Hubby last week by blowing up 100 balloons and sticking them in our back hallway so they pretty much attacked him when he tried to enter the house. Special thanks goes to one of my BFF’s, Erin, who helped me blow up said balloons. She left her mark on quite a few.
If you have never played in and run through 100 balloons, you have to do this. I don’t care what age you are; it’s silly fun and a great time. If you have kids they will love it, unless they are scared of balloons (is anyone?). Seriously, go do this now.
And if you weren’t on board with my self diagnosed ADD before, I think today’s post might have made you see the light. I went from food to woodland creatures to pop culture to food to spittoons to food to balloons. Spastic much? Let’s just say I prefer stream of consciousness writing. Me and Ms. Woolf (I digress yet again).
Have you ever surprised the Hubby with silly fun? Did you know blowing up 100 balloons will give you a headache? Have you ever participated in a CSA? Would you want to?