Wasn’t happy with the seeds in my grapes. Thought I had bought the seedless version. Decided to roast them and oh what deliciousness. Those little seeds became quite crispy and more edible. As the high heat caught them in the oven, they took on a limp-like appearance.
It was such a culinary joy to partake of the sweet and tart juices that exploded in my mouth. Be careful, though, make sure to indulge when they are warm or come to room temperature. Roasted grapes were paired with roasted broccoli and a light chicken breast sandwich.
My palate was so excited to devour all the goodness between a crusty roll that was overstuffed with wholesome and mouth-watering foods. With a sip of a little Merlot, I was brought to a satisfying place.
It was a quick chop and drop for your truly. Had some left-over roasted jerk/apple-flavored chicken (white-meat) from Sunday’s supper. A pinch of Chinese five-spice was added in order to boost the taste. Chicken was chopped into bite-sized portions and added to stir-fried assorted vegetables consisting of broccoli, asparagus, onions, vine-ripe tomatoes and kale.
My carbohydrates of choice was whole-wheat angel hair pasta. This was cooked al dente (firm to the bite). I made sure to reserve a splash of pasta water in order to provide extra liquid for sauce and to continue cooking process of pasta. Added same to skillet for a medley of amazing goodness.
In my neck of the woods (So. Florida, U.S.A.), it seems like Mother Nature is doing a ‘make-up’ job. You see, normally, the summer thunderstorms are a commonplace during the June month. However, this year was not the case. Based on the forecasters’ reports and from the look of the parched lawns, there’s a deficit in rainfall amounts for the year.
So, on this ‘Hump Day’, as I watched the skies go grey and dark, I smiled. I knew that I was home-bound for the evening. And, what better day (well, night-off) than ‘Hump Day’. My stomach agreed and made a growl reminding me that it was in need of something hearty and delicious.
As I hopped in my kitchen, I prayed that there was no interruptions with the electric power due to the thunderstorms.Time was of the essence. I didn’t have the time to grab a shower as I normally would. I was alone and I made myself at home and did a quick dismantle of all my garments. With rapid action, I tossed and placed my shoes and belongings out of my path.
It was time for cooking action. With a thorough wash of my hands, I then went for my cutting board. I was on a mission. As I felt the cool effects of the air conditioner flickered down my back, I went in search of my supplies. I thought about my vegetables on how fragile they are during the summer months. I was in no mood to let them further plummet, so I decided to do a quick stir-fry.
On my cutting board, I did a quick chop of the veggies.
I also grabbed a little left-over linguine pasta along with seasoned chicken breast pieces. I wanted to cut the chicken pieces thinner; however, I didn’t trust the heightening of the storm on the outskirts.As I glimpsed the clouds cascaded in the elements and thunder sounded, I crossed my fingers as I heated my grill pan.
I also made a concerted effort to heat my skillet. With the drizzle of a little olive oil in the skillet, I did a quick stir-fry of my veggies on medium to high heat. I made sure to keep the integrity of my veggies. I aimed for crispy finish. I also seasoned with salt, black pepper to taste along with a pinch of five-spice seasoning bearing in mind that a little goes a far way.
At that point, I added left-over linguine pasta that was cooked al dente style at a previous meal. I was happy as I watched the tomatoes and veggies expelled their own juices. That provided a delicious sauce for the pasta.
My grill pan was ready for action as well. With a drizzle of olive oil on my chicken pieces, I placed each piece on grill. They were cooked thoroughly on each side and produced their signature grilled marks. I squeezed a little fresh lemon juice on and allowed them to sit for a few minutes so that the juices could be redistributed within.
As I watched the torrential rains beat upon my back patio, I perched in my favorite stop on my sofa. I ate my way to true contentment and glee as I bit into each morsel of my stir-fry and grilled chicken. I smiled with true elation knowing that I had somehow weathered the storm without a flicker of the lights within.
It was time. It was time for my ‘Hump Day’ cocktail. Guess what? I settled for a small screwdriver with fresh Florida oranges of course. Salud!