So there’s a chance that I might be an official Seattleite. It hit me 4 miles in, as I was running down the street with 2 fistfuls of snow peas. Pull up a chair, this is a good one.
I’ve been on the waiting list for a P-Patch garden since moving here, and finally snagged a plot this spring. Seattle has an amazing network of neighborhood gardens, and for about $25 a year, you can have a 10′ x 20′ patch of dirt to call your very own. I’m sure you can understand how I have an aching in my bones to do this.
In my over-zealousness, I planted all sorts of stuff way back in February, after a few warm sunny days that fooled us all into thinking it would be a mild winter. Consequently, the fruits of my labor have been mixed at best. I seem to do an excellent job raising… weeds. Or the unidentifiable plants the garden’s previous owner had planted. Oh well, I chalk the experience up to entertainment and a hefty dose of nature therapy. Any actual food that comes out of the ordeal is strictly gravy.
After tending to my practically barren garden for months, things are starting to percolate a bit. On my run tonight I decided to swing by the garden and check things out. Imagine my surprise to find actual PEAS, ready to harvest, shining in the evening sun. Oh, I was about as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. Only these gifts were heavy with the toils of my sweat, blood, and tears. Sort of. Hopped up on excitement and without really thinking the whole thing through, I started picking them frantically.
I have two varieties – one a snow pea, and the other a sugar snap pea. Note: I know from experience better than to grow peas that you have to shell. The work to potential nutritional value/yield ratio is entirely too lopsided – in the wrong direction. In any event, in no time I had more peas than my sweaty little hands could hold.
And then it hit me. I had no eco-chic reusable shopping bag or obnoxiously cute farmer’s market basket to hold my bounty. Oh, and I was still about two miles from home. So I did what any self-respecting Seattleite would have done. I ran home with the peas in my hands. What choice did I have?? A panhandler did ask me while I was waiting to cross at a red light if the peas were a snack instead of one of those “energy bars.” Nope, just silly me, picking my garden and then running home. But let’s just pause for a brief second to picture that one in our heads – crazed red head, running down the street, noshing on handfuls of snow peas for mid-workout sustenance… That actually might work.
Anyway, let me tell you, these peas were well worth any self-inflicted absurdity. They taste like – get this – peas! It’s sort of sad how we don’t even notice how bland lots of our produce is. Not surprising after it’s taken days or even weeks to arrive at the market. These peas were minutes old!
As soon as I got home I whipped up quite a dinner with them. But I’m not even going to bother giving you the recipe since it will be 100% un-replicable. It was a hodgepodge of leftovers, freezer fodder, and peas. If you must know, it was a very lose interpretation of fried rice, and that basic recipe is listed below. I used left over wild rice that I cooked in chicken broth and then tossed with roasted grape tomatoes and ate for dinner last night. As for veggies, I threw in diced onion, leftover roasted red peppers, frozen corn, and of course – my prize-worthy peas. (Believe me, it took real restraint to leave out the Tupperware filled with roasted brussles sprouts. That would not have been delicious.) I had a few lonely shrimps in the freezer and tossed them into the mix along with a scrambled egg. Like I said, random. But tasty! Just goes to show that fried rice is a jack-of-all-trades champ to have up your sleeve when you need to clean out the fridge.
Even though this fried rice isn’t authentically Seattle, apparently I am: passive-aggressively running through the rain, fistfuls of politically correct, all organic, hippie-approved produce in hand. Enjoy!
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Basic Fried Rice
Time to prepare: 30 minutes, 20 if you are a quick chopper
Serves: 4
1 cup chopped protein – chicken, shrimp, pork, beef, tofu (optional)
1/3 cup onion, diced
3 cloves garlic, minced
vegetable oil
soy sauce
fresh ground black pepper
2 eggs, scrambled
3 cups fresh veggies, chopped in ½” pieces – bell peppers, broccoli, zucchini, squash, beans, sugar snap peas, carrots, beans all work very well, but use whatever you have.
1 cup frozen veggies – corn, sweet peas, edamame (optional)
2 cups cooked rice, preferably day-old
Over very high heat, heat a tablespoon+ of oil in a large skillet or wok, preferably non-stick. Add the onion, garlic and protein and cook, stirring frequently until the protein is about half way cooked through.
Push the protein to the sides of the pan. Add the eggs and cook until they resemble scrambled eggs, stirring frequently. Season with pepper.
Add the veggies and cook until cooked but still crisp, about 2 minutes. Add 2 tablespoons soy sauce, stir.
Push the contents to the side of the pan and add the rice. Smooth out so that as much of the rice as possible is in contact with the pan. Let the rice cook for a minute or two, slightly burning to the pan. This is essential to avoid soggy rice and to get that great crispy texture.
Stir the contents together, allowing the rice to sit for 45 seconds or so at a time to burn a little. Add more oil if necessary. Add another 2 tablespoons of soy sauce, or to taste.
I suppose to classify this as a “farmers” market find is a little bit of a white lie, unless of course you live in 
Just a quick post to tell you about the fabulous dinner we had at this month’s foodie potluck dinner. The theme was Tapas, and who can’t get on board for that? Tapas (or small plates) give you an excuse to eat 5 different things for dinner instead of just one. Sign me up.
You’ll have to wait for the Cream recipe, but here’s the scoop on this Ceviche. It would work smashingly for brunch, as a light lunch, an appetizer, or a side dish at a picnic. It has a light citrus-y flavor that packs a really refreshing, summery punch. The veggies add a crunch that compliment the shrimp’s texture perfectly. You can serve it up in individual servings in swanky bowls or glasses, or as a dip with pita chips. Either way, it only gets better in the fridge, so it’s perfect to make ahead. If traditional ceviche’s uncooked fish is intimidating to you, try this rendition – it starts with cooked shrimp that finishes in the acid. Enjoy!
Someone needs to tell Seattle to get on the ball because it is actually spring, practically summer in fact. This weather is killing me. I could handle the winter dreary months, but 50 and drizzly in May is for the birds. Now that I think about it, I do seem to remember about going bonkers at this point last year, too.
