“Yeah I got on sneaks but I need a new pair
Cause basketball courts in the summer got girls there
The temperatures about 88
Hop in the water plug just for old times sake
Break to ya crib change your clothes once more
Cause youre invited to a barbeque thats starting at 4”
Our barbeque started at 2, but who’s to argue with the Fresh Prince? We headed to the Hollywood Farmer’s market early Sunday morning to get the supplies necessary to create this dish:
Haricots Verts with Figs and Walnuts
This is a really simple recipe that is inspired by a dish that the boy and I shared at a Silverlake restaurant. All you do is blanche about a pound of green beans, quarter 10 or so figs, throw in two handfuls of walnuts, and sprinkle with lemon juice and salt to taste. It’s such a light, refreshing salad but the figs and walnuts make it feel, as one diner put it, “decadent.” Oooooh.
The other dish I contributed to the barbecue was a menacing counter balance to the healthy glow we all felt after the salad. Introducing:
Emma’s Oatmeal Chocolate Cherry Cookies
courtesy of the lovely and talented Kittee!
These cookies are out of control. They were so amazing – I couldn’t stop scooping out the batter and eating it before I could even get them in the oven. The recipe still yeilded 4 dozen cookies, plus 2 gigantor cookies I have saved in the fridge for my parents when they come into town this weekend. The texture is perfect – chewy and a little crispy on the edges. None of that fluff or cakiness I find so abundantly present in a lot of cookie recipes. At one point during the barbecue, there was a chorus of toddlers chanting “COOKIE COOKIE COOKIE.” It was a beautiful sight. Oh, and that four dozen? GONE. I took home an empty tupperware container at the end of the day.
Nothing like playing with a four year old in a pool for a few hours to work up an appetite. The lovely Princess Addie, seen here about to chomp down on my foot, is the product of another blogger, Amy Lou and papa Finn. They were visiting from out of town, and we had an excellent time playing and splashing and Abba-ing. On one last note, this is why the summer is so great: