On a scale from 1 to 10, 1 being spicy food tolerance of a 6 month old and 10 being aye caramba bring it on, I register somewhere around -6. I’m just a damn wimp when it comes to hot peppers. I’ll admit it. Sometimes I cough to death, sometimes I cry. Red pepper flakes must be used with a very gentle hand in my presence and the mere mention of ghost peppers is down right terrifying. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love the flavor (perhaps I’m a glutton for punishment??) and it doesn’t mean that I don’t crave spicy food sometimes. It just means I take down a lot of sour cream and avocado with my heat.
Oh you noticed? More zucchini? Get used to it; between now and the end of August I fear there’s going to be a LOT of zucchini in these parts (blame the CSA). There are going to be a lot of zucchini recipes…or maybe just a lot of zucchini bread, we’ll see how it goes. At any rate, this recipe is from my weeknight files. It’s super simple, delicious, quick, and a great, healthy way to use up the encroaching zucchinis.
I have a tuna problem. I eat sushi at least once a week, sometimes more (sometimes much much more) and it always involved tuna avocado rolls. I eat tuna salad sandwiches at least once a week; nothing fancy, tuna and mayo, salt and pepper, perfection in a sandwich. If I can find a tuna burger, with pickled ginger and wasabi mayo and crunchy cabbage, I am oh-so-very in. Love. I’m willing to take my chances with mercury poisoning for my favorite fish. This salad is going into my repertoire. Fantastic.
Well, I made it. I am officially 29. I’m not one of those people that’s afraid of getting older. Despite the fact that 30 is, actually, now looming, I’m nonplussed. I love the word nonplussed by the way; it’s just so underutilized. But no, I don’t mind that I’m almost 30; I’ve never really understood what all the fuss is about. I think birthdays are important…not because you’re kissing goodbye to another year, but just because it’s a milestone. It’s a time to tell the birthday guy or girl that you’re glad they’re here and you’re looking forward to the next year with them. I love planning birthdays; I want all my friends to feel loved on theirs. I looooove planning birthdays. Except mine. God please don’t make me plan my own.