Whatever, Bob, Just Crash it!

I have just realized what I signed on for. This would be simple and fun if I didn't occasionally - nay, oft - make "regular" things for dinner. Example: this evening consisted of already marinated chicken breasts - I'm talking I bought them that way - baked in the oven and served with broccoli and Velveeta shells and cheese, a personal request made by Travis. I can't take a picture of that and put it on here. That would just be...ridiculous, for lack of a better word. Even, perhaps, redundant, as you all gazed upon what you similarly served on your dining room tables across the country. I guess it is a good thing that I have some old pictures saved up. Just another example of something not entirely thought out by me... Another thing: what do I do if I see a great movie? Can I blog about that, even if it's neither "No Reservations" nor "Ratatouille," thereby having nothing to do with cooking or food? I suppose that remains to be seen. Onward to the symphony of vegetables below.



One of our favorite salads this summer consists simply of tomatoes and avocados, sliced, served on a plate, with a bit of salt and pepper. However, this one was all the more gorgeous, as we had been to the little farmer's market the Saturday before. See our beautiful yellow pear tomatoes? They were even sweeter than the accompanying grape tomatoes, if you can believe it. Combined with the creamy, almost melty texture of the avocado, and the zing of salt, it made a perfectly blended harmony in our mouths.