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September Eats My Lunch

September 1, 2010

It would be one thing if I were just struggling with the stunning number of tomatoes in my life.  I don’t quite know how it happened, but last week was the first time I completely failed to keep up with the CSA produce.

Luckily we have eaten through most of the more perishable items, and the rest are being incorporated into this week’s meals.

I still love that panzanella, although honestly it is no longer feeling much like a special treat.  And Mrs. Fussy kind of promised to make her preferred version of raw tomato sauce, which she claims is better than the one I detailed yesterday.  But I stubbornly refuse to take these delightful summer treats and freeze them so they can be pulled out in winter.  Plus I have too much respect for these sumptuous tomatoes to cook them down into a sauce.  I’d rather eat them out of hand, two at a time, and have the memory of this tomato gluttony carry me through in the dreary winter months.

But it’s not just the tomatoes.

If everything goes according to plan, you should be seeing a lot more of me on All Over Albany in September.  They have started taking nominations for the 2010 Tournament of Pizza, and I have a couple of non-pizza related posts that I am very excited to write for them on local foods.

September is also the month that Young Master Fussy becomes another year older.  If I were a good parent, I would tell you all about his birthday party plans, and all of the delicious food on the menu.  But I’m not, so I won’t.  Event planning has never been my thing.  And while Mrs. Fussy and I often like to brag we have complementary strengths, this one seems to have fallen through the cracks.  Invariably something comes together, but once again the party will be a wee bit belated.

It would also seem as if I’m taking two trips down to Manhattan this month.  Family.  Neither trip will be very long, but I hope to get at least one good thing to eat on each visit.  Take it from me, sometimes it is best to have modest expectations.

There are the High Holy Days, including the one that involves fasting.  Of course it also means the one where I get to eat round challah with raisins dipped in honey.  You know what else gets dipped in honey?


Somehow in all of that I’m going to have to squeeze in some apple picking.  Because the only kind of apple I love is a crisp one.  Soft and squishy apples have no business in my mouth.  I’d rather buy my apples from Washington or Chile than have to suffer from an apple that has been in storage for too long.  Apples right off the tree are the best, and I’m living in some mighty fine apple country.  So somehow I’ll find the time to make it into the orchard.

Perhaps it will be easier because Young Master Fussy is starting school again.  Although the bus picks him up at some ungodly early hour, which means my relaxing summer schedule of writing blog posts well past midnight is officially over.  Hopefully I’ll remember how to pack a decent lunch, because I don’t expect Jamie Oliver made it to the Guilderland Public Schools over the summer.  And seriously, if they teach him that fast food song again in music class, I’m going to flip my lid.

This is without seeing any of the doctors my mother wants me to visit, fretting about the cavity I need filled (officially that’s in October anyhow), raking the leaves which have already started to fall, and watching the new television season (with all of those juicy premieres), all of which will need to get done.

It’s a good thing that my shiny new coffee thingamajig is on its way from CSN.

Speaking of which, nobody has correctly guessed what it is.  Now I’m starting to wonder.  It must either be really esoteric that people aren’t considering it, or so basic that everyone thinks I’ve got it already.  Ok, enough with the hints.

6 Comments leave one →
  1. stereotypicalone permalink
    September 1, 2010 10:31 am

    I learned that fast food song at camp.

  2. StanfordSteph permalink
    September 1, 2010 11:01 am

    I vote for a Fussy Little Blog apple picking/cider donut meet up!

    There’s a new pizza place in Schenectady on Erie Blvd. that went into the space where Quizno’s used to be. It’s called Downtown Slices. I don’t really know how it will survive. I thought downtown Schen already had enough pizza joints.

  3. September 1, 2010 7:28 pm

    Glad to hear I’m not the only deficient CSA consumer out there…

  4. September 1, 2010 9:41 pm

    I feel a lot of pressure to eat all of the left over veggies and fruit in my house. Actually make that any left over food. I hate the idea of throwing food out. By the way, I never really thought about flavor profile but now that you mention it about Chipotle, you’re completely right. I just really dig their food though.

  5. September 2, 2010 12:05 pm

    I was utterly unprepared for the contents of that song link. Not only is it impressively insipid, I’m a little creeped by the fact that kids are getting fast food franchises drilled into their heads as part of their music education.

  6. September 3, 2010 12:08 pm

    I’m proud to say my kids did not learn any fast food songs in little ol’ Salem, NY music classes. You can bet your bippy that had they been taught such a song the Principal of the school would have not been able to sit comfortably as I’d be so far up his ass with complaints.

    If you ever make it to Saratoga, Saratoga Apple has my favorite apple ever, the Sansa. They only have a limited amount of those trees so they are usually finished by late October.

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