As I stated a week back or so, I know the photos suck. Some of you have been happy to keep telling me over and over again how bad they are. When you cut me I bleed. Didn’t your mother’s teach you any manners?
This has a great deal to do with my camera. It is two years old with a weird lens issue and the delay between the flash and the photo is painfully long. I aim to get it replaced within the next month or so, but I am doing my research and don’t want to make a hasty purchase. I reserve my impulses for things like tattoos.
This cannot all be blamed on the camera, though.
It’s mostly me, ok? Does that make you happy? Annie Birdie had the misfortune of walking into the apartment one day while I was on the phone with our internet provider. The poor person on the other end of the line had done nothing wrong except have the bad luck of receiving me as a caller. I incredulously and maniacally pleaded: “I have blue wire in my left hand and a grey one in the right hand. TELL. ME. WHAT. TO. DO.” I had unwraveled.
I am the definition of a luddite; I still haven’t really figured out blog feeders (is that what they are called?), I only use the most basic of functions on my home computer and my shiny Apple at the office and, in all honesty, I doubt I could even figure out how to use an iPhone. I know; it’s shameful. I have lots of other good qualities, so please don’t hold this against me.
In an attempt to win your love, I tried to figure out my camera on Wednesday and erased all my photos. This was not the intent. Poof! They are gone, off to the land where single socks go to die, never to be found again.
So, I had to recreate the photos I had stored on the camera for the following recipes. Admittedly, it was not really a hardship; I could drink a mojito every day and there were some left over strawberries in my fridge. These photos are even worse than the originals because they were taken in a rage and in a rush; you have no one to blame for the quality of these images but yourselves.
I had to share these two perfect little concoctions, so the reshoot was worth it. These recipes prove that sometimes less is more; you only need a handful of really great ingredients to make something incredibly delicious. These short, simple recipes also serve as a warm-up to an upcoming post; prepare yourself for a fairly intensive, but totally worth it, recipe this weekend.
I digress. I served the balsamic strawberries (a simple recipe I put together based off numerous I perused) over frozen yogurt, which I had already devoured by the time the second photo session was resumed. The berries were delicious on there own. Please don’t be afraid of the pairing-I assure you the final product does not taste like vinegar. As far as the mojito goes, I know I may be stretching it putting up a recipe for a cocktail, but I think powered sugar is a little secret that really makes the drink soar.
And Allah knows after the camera debacle, I was owed a drink…
Strawberries in Balsamic Reduction
1/4 cup balsamic vinegar
2 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons chopped mint
1 pint strawberries, hulled and quartered
In a small sauce pan, heat vinegar and sugar over medium high heat (it will bubble) until it has reduced by half. The mixture should coat the spoon. Allow balsamic syrup to cool and add strawberries and mint. Refrigerate for an hour before serving. Great over frozen yogurt, with creme fraiche or on their own. Serves 3-4.
Mojitos from Heaven
4 oz lemon rum
1/2 lime, cut in 4 pieces
5 mint leaves
1 tablespoon powered sugar
6 oz. club soda
In bottom of glass, put in torn mint leaves, powered sugar and the lime sections (give the lime sections a good squeeze in the glass before throwing them in). Add a splash of the club soda and muddle the mixture at the bottom of the glass aggressively with a wooden spoon. It should be beaten to a pulp. Fill glass with a generous amount of ice and add club soda. Mix well and enjoy. Repeat.