I have been baking again! As you know I only pull out sweet treats as a bribe or a thank you. Well count these cookies as both a bribe and a thank you!
Last week I was so thrilled to have been chosen to move forward in the FoodBuzz Project Food Blog competition. As soon as I got the good news I ran straight to the kitchen (with a a small sidetrack to a neighbors house to purloin the last of their summer figs) and poached up a batch of them in Lambrusco. It’s true I may have technically stolen those figs, but I prefer the term ‘urban foraged’. Or better yet– ‘double poached’. HA!
Well guess what? It’s happened again.
You in your infinite wisdom have given me one more week to prove myself in this contest. I am advancing to Challenge #3! Now I am not one to mess with success. So just in case the sweet treats from last week had any influence on your decision, I thought I better whip up something dark, rich and chocolatey. I mean why tempt fate? What if it’s the sweets you like, and not really me? See my point?
Besides you like chocolate don’t you?
I can’t think of a better way to say thank you than with Lambrusco-Poached Figs and Vanilla Bean Ice Cream. Thanks to you this little old blog is moving ahead to Round Two of the Project Food Blog challenge!
I know, I know! I should be in the kitchen working on something for the Second Challenge, but I am so darn grateful to all of you, that just felt I needed to interrupt my regular programming and do this! Besides I am just so darn hungry and my Cucina Italiana arrived today in the mail with a version of these figs literally screaming from the page to be made. Screaming figs are not a force to be ignored, so I am just going to have to wait a bit longer before I start on the Second Challenge.
And let me tell you this great news and that magazine came at just the right time. These are the very last of the figs from the tree in my neighborhood that I like to “poach” my figs from. There will be no more until next year.
But please don’t lecture me about “poaching”, as you know I prefer to call it urban foraging. Besides the folks blessed with that fig tree just let the dadgum birds eat all the figs anyway.
In my opinion that’s the real crime here. So please accept my “poached” poached figs as they were intended– as great big smack on the lips for supporting Sup!