Zach and I have finally decided to take a vacation. In our three years, the trips we've taken together nearly all involve coming or going between New York and Ohio, with two weekend trips to Vermont and Philadelphia comprising the grand total of our time away together and elsewhere. Though we plan to spend a significant amount of our summer weekends this year taking advantage of Brooklyn's beaches, we agreed we're in desperate need of some palm trees and tropical fruit.
So this morning we spent our first waking hours researching and scheming our escape plan, which involves a tiny cacao farm and eco-lodge on an island in the Bocas del Toro region of Panama. We'll keep you posted as those plans solidify, but we're freaking excited.
With visions of white sand beaches and lush rainforests dancing in our brains, we made brunch craving the exotic flavors of somewhere far away...which, in New York, isn't hard to find close by.
Chopped basil from our windowsill and some freshly grated Parmesan went into the scrambled eggs. We stewed (canned) tomatoes and onions in peri-peri--a spicy African sauce made with African bird's eye chilies that Zach's been making in-house for Madiba with chilis grown on the roof. If he can disclose the recipe, I'll have him post it in the near future, but if you're intrigued and can't wait, they're still selling jars at the restaurant. We ladled the peri-peri tomatoes over crispy red potato homefries, and finished everything off with a salad of sweetened peeled grapefruit, mint, and lime zest. We both agreed it would be exceptionally good with rum, either in cocktail form, or marinated as a drunken fruit salad. Either way, since the grapefruit flesh looks just like sashimi, I'm calling this a grapefruit mojito ceviche. Enjoy!
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