Matt has to work today. Also, I have made a do-or-die promise to myself that I will dig my fall/winter clothes out of the basement and organize my shit today. So Funday, notsomuch. Though there is hard cider in the fridge for later...
In the meantime, I figured I'd nurse our mutual hangovers with a brunch basic that took two seconds to make:
What it's made of:
English Muffin
Crispy bacon
Heirloom tomato, sliced, fried in bacon fat, sprinkled with Romano cheese
Every Tuesday/Thursday, there is a pretty robust farmer's market in Dewey Square by my office. And even though it is finally starting to feel like fall, and there are
hundredsdozens of Occupy Boston people scoffing at me and my Coach umbrella (Hi, I have seven dollars in life right now, I am also the 99%, I just happen to be employed and can't hang out in a tent with you guys all day) while I walk by, I will brave the elements until that dismal day in November when they take down the tents of delicious food (I'm assuming the hippies will have long taken down their tents by then.)
So basically, twice a week I walk on up and spend whatever cash I have on a pretzel sandwich and fresh veggies. Lately it has been a lot of kale and some root vegetables, but today I absolutely had to take advantage of the Indian Summer day in October, and buy some heirloom tomatoes, for possibly the last time.
I grabbed some fresh basil along with the heirloom tomatoes, from Kimball Fruit Farm, and also picked up some fresh mozzarella, a loaf of pajazzo bread from the aforementioned Swiss Bakers, and some sliced prosciutto (and a bottle of wine!) from the Sagarino's, my liquor/convenience store obsession.
And from there, I made my favorite summer time dish of all time; simple, delicious bruschetta.
