The First Day of School

We don’t have the first day of school here at our house anymore. We’ve been empty nesters for the last 7 years, so the start of school is barely a blip on our radar. This is the first day of school here in Upstate NY though. My neighbor watches a bunch of kids in the morning before the bus comes and I can hear them out there now, laughing and fooling around.

I’m in school myself for two weeks – training for a new project that will take me through the end of the year. A drawn out boring class, dominated by clueless people who are driving me nuts as you know if you follow my emotional outbursts on Twitter these days.

Unlike some parts of the country where the weather hasn’t yet really begin to change, here the air has a different quality all of the sudden. There is a softening and the light has taken on a mellower cast because because the sun is lower in the sky and gets filtered through the trees before hitting the ground. We still have weeks of nice weather before us, but there can be no doubt that summer has lost it’s hold on us.

And though, this morning, there is no rush to throw off the casual summer attitude about how to spend our time in favor of wearing just the right thing for the first day of school and no mad dash to find essential items that were “right there just a minute ago”, I thought I would throw out a couple of photos that remind me of what once was.

Two girls – going to school for the first time, 5 years apart, getting on the same bus, with the same driver, stopped at just the same spot. That bus ride began the journey that they continue still. Out. Away. Beyond.Tense hands clutching a book bag, little faces, anxiously looking to see me telling them they will be fine, they will have fun, they will love their teachers and meet lots of new kids, that we will have a yummy snack when they get home and they can tell me everything they did all day.

Happy first day of school!

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Roasted Grape Tomatoes

It’s crazy. Crazy how much I love these little wonders. Crazy how easy they are to make. The 10 gallons of grape tomatoes sitting in my kitchen this morning is crazy too, but I will worry about them later.

Often, recipes for roasted or sun dried tomatoes call for Romas or a similar paste type. This will work very nicely with those though it will take longer. We love grape tomatoes and always plant more than we should. They are surprisingly meaty and rich, make lovely sauce and most of the ones we don’t eat or give away end up that way. This is yet another way to bring out their enchanting characteristics and the end result is very versatile, useful for everything from starters, to salad to a pasta sauce.

I just have to pause a moment here to mourn the temporary demise of my D70. {sob} I am back to my little Nikon Coolpix 5600 until I get the big guy back from the camera hospital, so you might notice a bit of a loss of quality in the photos here.

Start, of course, by washing the tomatoes. Lay them on a towel and blot as much moisture as possible, since any water on them will slow down the roasting.Cut each one in half and lay cut side up on a baking tray. I use parchment paper for this because I am lazy and hate scrubbing pans.Drizzle with olive oil and sprinkle over kosher salt and some freshly ground pepper.The first couple batches I did this summer I left plain, but this time I wanted to experiment with some additional flavor. These are definitely what you would call local ingredients. The herbs are from the pots in my front flower beds and we get the garlic from a guy Larry works with. He grows it with his Dad and it is the best garlic I have ever had. The herbs I used are, from left to right, rosemary, oregano, thyme and parsley. I wasn’t sure of the best way to do this, so on one tray, I put the herbs and garlic with the tomatoes from the start and on the second tray, I chopped things a bit finer and waited until the last hour or so to scatter them over the tomatoes.I start them out at about 375 degrees for about 20 minutes, just to get things going well. Cut back the heat to about 250 and roast for as long as you like. I did these for about 4 hours. In that amount of time, you’ll end up with tomatoes that have a rich flavor but still have quite a lot of juiciness inside. You can let them go longer if you want them to be more like the sun dried tomatoes you buy in the store. As for my experiment with the herbs and garlic, the result was mixed. The garlic got rather hard, though sticking the slivers down into the tomatoes for a couple minutes took care of that. On the other hand, an hour wasn’t really long enough for the second tray to deepen the flavor as much I thought it would. I think next time, I would chop everything up and add them about 90 minutes before the end of the cooking time. As mentioned, I have used them along with some shrimp and sautéed mushrooms over pasta, or chopped into a tossed salad. Here though, I just toasted some french bread that I brushed lightly with olive oil, topped with a room temperature tomato half and a few strands of pecorino romano. Heaven on a plate!

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Labor Day laboring?

In honor of Labor Day, I am going to …… have another baby! No no – that is absolutely not going to happen. I will probably not labor at all, but rather fritter and waste my time in an offhand way…

I am still in shock over the camera thing. And I’m not the only one – Riley can’t believe it either. His main concern, naturally, is a reduction in his cookie allowance since I won’t be trying to get him to pose for any pictures. Here, he contemplates his cookie-less existence with dismay.I have a lot of beans to get done up. I am thinking bean salad for dinner maybe. The beans aren’t from these plants – this is our [using the term “our” term very loosely of course because Lar is the veggie gardener] 3rd planting of “Jade” green beans this summer. If we get an early frost we won’t get any beans from them, but we still plant the third planting every year because you just never know.There is a pail of hot peppers mocking me from their location on my kitchen floor. Not for long though – into some jars with brine those suckers go. Refrigerator pickled hot peppers. Others will go into the freezer. I am sending some of them to work with Larry in hopes he can give them away. Probably not many though – buncha wimps, those guys.

I have to pot up the coconut palm I got at the grocery store last night – the thing is huge, in wonderful condition [for living in a grocery store particularly] and cost $8! And I am relearning how to use the Nikon Coolpix which I have barely touched since January.

Enough rambling for one day I guess. I’ll leave you with this daylily I think I missed showing you before – “Grandfather Time”, Wild, 1966. An oldie, but goodie.
What are you doing today? Do tell!

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Sunday

Lauren was concerned that the fact my camera quit working would mean no photo from home this week. Au contraire, my fair daughter. I can see where you might be concerned, since it’s not like I take about a thousand photos a week and save them all. Still, I was able to shuffle through a few photos I had hanging about, to find this one for you.You might think we were in Iowa or Nebraska for all the corn fields that surround us. Every day for the next few weeks, the background of all we do will be filled with the faint [and sometimes not so faint] drone of corn choppers as farmers work to get their silos filled for winter.

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I have drama

Yeah – late getting a post up today. As if this class that is ruining my life weren’t enough, this morning I discovered that my most prized possession, my baby is not working!

Gaaaaaaaaaah!

You know what I mean – my *sob* – my camera!

It was fine last night when I read it a story and tucked it into it’s eiderdown quilts and left the night light on so it wouldn’t be scared.

This morning – nothing. It looks like everything should be working. It sounds like everything should be working. Alas, it is not working. All of my wailing and gnashing of teeth and offering to go be a missionary in some nasty spider infested locale, if only it would start working has produced zero results. [I knew that missionary thing wouldn’t work anyway – God knows me way too well to fall for that.]

Consultations with Nikon support left the tech flummoxed as well. [Let me just insert a comment about Nikon support – after navigating the support menu, I did not have to sit on hold for even 1 second. Adam picked up immediately and actually listened to my list of things I had already tried, and unlike most tech support, did not make me repeat any of it to satisfy SOP. Awesome.]

My strongest urge is to get in the car and drive to Best Buy in Ithaca and grab a D80 body, because in looking online, I see they have one in stock. I need my camera don’t you think? But – I am going to act like an adult and wait to see what the trouble is. So Tuesday morning, I have to pack my baby off to Nikon Service and waitwaitwaitwait for them to let me know what is wrong and what can be done about it.

I hate being mature and reasonable. I need chocolate.

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