CSA (look for one in your area!), some Prosciutto di Parma and a lemon, and you have one of Mark's and my favorite salads of all time.
Saveur Magazine and acalled for bresaola, but we have toyed with the recipe and have made it our own. To us, it signals the start of summer - the time when you sit back with a nicely chilled, crisp Vernaccia di San Gimignano, this salad and a good book - and happiness just happens.
Dateland while driving to Yuma from Tucson. "You like dates?" she asked. "I love dates!" I effused! "Well, I am going to send you some..." I told her she was a saint and canonized her on the spot! She asked what I would do with them and I told her the usual: date bars, fruitcakes, sticky toffee pudding and so on. It wasn't until I mentioned pasta with bacon and dates that she raised an eyebrow... She then shared her nephew's recipe for peppers stuffed with dates an chorizo sausage. She is always looking for unique preparations that include dates.
Dateland: just what is it? Dateland is a piece of history - a rest stop between Tucson and Yuma, but seen mostly by folks heading to San Diego. It has a gas station, a little gift shop, some military history and, now, an elementary school. The article I read online (linked above) neglects to mention one reason it is well known: the restaurant/rest stop serves date shakes. Talk about a milkshake that has great fiber! So, on this most recent trip I stopped in for my first date shake. I am not sure what I expected, buy 'cloying' was one assumption. Oddly, it was neither cloying nor too sweet, and it had an almost vegetable overtone as I sucked it down. So I, too, have become one of the converted masses; I love date shakes!
A little more than a week after my visit with her, one of the front desk staff at The Honors College came to my office with large package weighing in at about 5.5 pounds. A box of jumbo medjool dates from Caroline!
Albany Symphony Orchestra. It was my first job - I was fresh out of the conservatory - and life was just filled with possibility. I had my fist apartment (half a small bungalow) and I was ready to be a grown up. The art on my walls would no longer include posters. My furniture would not be a futon. My bed would not have big wedge pillows so that it could double for a sofa. The food I ate would not simply be something that came from a can.