Showing posts with label jicama. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jicama. Show all posts

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Stuff: Lingerie Vegetaria



Peaches, pears, and jicama in lingerie. February 2019.




I bought a trio of reusable mesh bags for bagging produce at the grocery store.


Peaches, pears, and jicama in lingerie. February 2019.



Placed my peaches, pears, and jicama in the soft folds of the bags.

The round fruits and fresh-skinned jicama peeked like brides from their wedding veils.

Or cheekily from white-netted lingerie.


Peaches, pears, and jicama in lingerie. February 2019.

Peaches, pears, and jicama in lingerie. February 2019.

Being green can be sexy.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

El Paso: Don't You Hate When People Post Pics of Food?


Me, too.

So here I am going to post a couple. I don't even know why I took this pictures, but I did, and I sure don't want them to go to waste.

Not because of any lessons to expound upon, but like Sally Fields said once, sort of, "Gosh darn, I just love the fuck out of these things." Well, she said the word "like" that one time. Oh wait, I see that I didn't use the word "like" at all. Let's just say Sally Field's speech inspired what I said.

So, roasted zucchini. I don't coddle these vegs. I just slice 'em rather haphazardly, spray some spray on them, and drop salt, pepper, and whatever other spices I want on them. No parmesan cheese or other fancy stuff. No olive oil, chaste or otherwise. I roast them in the oven for about an hour at about 425 degrees. All of the sugary sweetness comes out. On this particular day in November, I probably threw some Cajun/Creole spice on them, hence the orange color you see.



In the cooler months of the year, I eat probably a pound of zucchini a day. On some days, two pounds.

Then here's my new El Paso go-to --> jícama:



The above is not a particularly fine specimen of jícama (no disrespect to Melissa), now that I know a thing or two about what I like in this root vegetable. But it's the picture I have on hand.

On the jícama, I sprinkle Tajín promiscuously. Tajín is a brand of dried chiles and lime juice and salt. I eat about two pounds of jícama a day.

Below is a sexy picture of Tajín



And now, to complement my soft-porn food pics, here's a picture of a cat, specifically the Holy Cat of Opelousas:





Wednesday, January 4, 2017

El Paso: A New Flavor

Tajin, El Paso, Texas. October 2016.

October 2016


I was at the grocery store the other day. Buying cucumbers. The woman standing next to me asked what I intended to do with them. "I'm gonna slice 'em up and eat them raw," I said. And she said, "Chile and limón!" And I said, "Eh?" And she led me to the canasta filled with tall, slender bottles of Tajin chili-and-lime seasoning. And my life now has a brand-new flavor.


Tajin, El Paso, Texas. October 2016.


Hey, this is what my Guatemalan Spanish teacher was telling me about - chiles and lime on her cantaloupe, watermelon, mangoes, and popcorn.

Mmmmm.

A former TLG colleague recommended that I try Tajin with jícama. Yes.


Tajin, El Paso, Texas. October 2016.