The Devil Made Me Do It
It's not my fault - the devil made me buy this ripe tomato from afar. My Beloved had purchased a nice big round of fresh mozzarella, no doubt dreaming of warm weather - which seems fickle here this year - so when the devil leaned over my left shoulder and whispered, "Caprese salad, honey," I caved.We don't have basil this year - it doesn't like our combination of scouring sea winds and neglectful watering, so instead I planted a hardier bunch of herbs - dependable chives, fuzzy sage in its own fur coat, down-and-dirty thyme and determined oregano. I used a drizzle of balsamic vinaigrette and a sprinkle of the fresh oregano from the garden to dress the salad.
It was devilishly good.
Labels: caprese
posted by Zoomie at
5:10 AM
7 Comments:
Devilishly good!
Did you share? Or did you each get a whole one? :D
A whole stack for each of us!
When the devil whispers into your ear about something so good, who are you to disobey?
Those sort of whispers come from Good Faries, not Devils!
Greg, oh, yeah!
Cookiecrumb, Buzz ratted me out.
Buzz, see my comment to CC.
Nancy, exactly! I'm so glad you understand.
Morgan, the Good Fairies only whisper stuff like that when it's in season locally. The Devil knows I should wait patiently for two more months for ripe tomatoes, rather than buy them from afar.
Well, I would want a whole one for myself!
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