A few musings on this chilly day:
– I could not be more sick of turkey. Truly. I feel as if I’ve been eating turkey non-stop for a year. And still, there is turkey to be eaten. I feel the massive levels of tryptophan that I have seemly consumed in the past week will launch me into full-on winter hibernation.
– I love the idea of winter hibernation. Think about it: spending an entire season tucked warmly into bed, no where to go, nothing to do. Just coziness and deep sleep. Here’s hoping I get to be a bear in my next life.
– In my quest for any and all things NOT turkey, I have found myself eating much smaller quantities of food. And that is not a bad thing; I feel like the rich, complex and hearty foods associated with the cooler seasons are better consumed in smaller portions. It’s leaving me feeling very satisfied and well-fed, without that “stuffed to the gills” feeling. Which is good, because, as I mentioned, I am sleepy enough this time of year without the added affect of the “food coma”.
– My new favorite farmer’s market discovery are these French breakfast radishes. I haven’t been very exposed to radishes, never really ate them growing up, and I’ve generally found regular radishes to be a bit too peppery for my taste. Not these little beauties. Mild and crunchy, with just that little spicy zing right at the end. Shawn’s been having them just lightly dipped in sea salt. Very tasty. I prefer them on this goat cheese tartine.
There is no real recipe to speak of here: just toasted wheat sourdough bread with soft goat cheese, good olive oil, radishes, pepper and a little fresh mint on top. Just assemble and eat. You really don’t need anything more complicated than that with these little jewels. They hold up wonderfully with the tangy goat cheese and cool mint. I had this for dinner and then again the next day for lunch. With the excess and overeating to come with the holidays, these are a great little palate break from all the sugar, starch and salt. Bon appetite! THG