{"id":151542,"date":"2012-08-26T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-08-26T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gracious-khorana.45-76-20-142.plesk.page\/localmex12012x108x1heirloom-tomato-ginger-muffins-with-pine-nuts-olive-oil-orange-blossom-htmlx1\/"},"modified":"2023-06-26T17:13:52","modified_gmt":"2023-06-26T17:13:52","slug":"heirloom-tomato-ginger-muffins-with-pine-nuts-olive-oil-orange-blossom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/localmilkblog.com\/2012\/08\/heirloom-tomato-ginger-muffins-with-pine-nuts-olive-oil-orange-blossom.html","title":{"rendered":"heirloom tomato ginger muffins with pine nuts, olive oil, & orange blossom"},"content":{"rendered":"
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After our sojourn to New York, Tennessee seems positively vast and serene, especially in the late August light. I\u2019ve been so exhausted\u00a0I\u2019ve yet to even unpack.\u00a0Brocade trousers are tangled with winklepickers and indignant silk shirts spilling out of the old Samsonite next to the bed as I\u2019ve rummaged through them to retrieve necessities like medicine and toothpaste. Treasures I acquired are strewn on my dining room table. Books and magazines: Kinfolk,<\/i>\u00a0Diner,<\/i>\u00a0Meat Paper,\u00a0<\/i>and Lucky Peach<\/i>, a biography of M.F.K. Fisher and Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin\u2019s\u00a0The Physiology of Taste<\/i>. Tins of salt: black, pink, and truffle next to a crumpled, long since empty brown paper bag stamped \u201cmilkbar\u201d. There\u2019s also patina mottled flatware, a cow skull, The Birthday Party\u2019s Peel Sessions on vinyl, and a cheap pair of round, wire rimmed sunnies.\u00a0Suffice to say, for now, the trip was a feast. It was grand, and I\u2019m glad to be home.<\/div>\n
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I imagined my summer was going to be this over-exposed heat wave during which I would make gazpacho, read novels, write daring manuscripts, snap effortless, enigmatically flawed photos with a Brownie, and cook everything over an open fire. Float. I look at too many photographs.\u00a0These real months did not turn out to be a languid roll of film full of light leaks and rippling water.\u00a0I may have not seen the seaside or spent as many evenings on the porch as I\u2019d imagined, but instead this summer was animated. We have a our new project afoot that I keep alluding to and between the two of us have been researching everything from holiday in Romania to how to make kombucha to the Chinese zodiac. I am, as it turns out, a water pig in love with a fire tiger. Huh.<\/p>\n

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\"Tomato<\/a><\/center>I\u2019m excitable. That\u2019s evident. I say yes to everything. But often I get so ahead of myself that I actually feel behind, like\u00a0I\u2019m forever catching up, keeping up, tripping over my shoe-laces. I careen. Scramble. Forever late with wild hair & impudent eyeliner smeared along my lash line. Flour every where. I rather like to think I\u2019m not behind in the first place. I like to look at the cliques of dirty cups that congregate on my counter and think\u00a0it is just so<\/i>. And\u00a0no matter how frantic my internal or external reality, every day ends beneath a white sheet tucked neatly beneath his arm like a parcel. There\u2019s always that. And that is better than surf or grilled peaches or finally finishing Infinite Jest.<\/i> Which is saying a lot. Because those are some of the best things on this green earth.\n

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For now I leave you with these seemingly eccentric yet comforting muffins. These tomato muffins & I are kindred spirits. Inspired by Russell\u2019s (of Chasing Delicious) tomato cake<\/a>, I decided to do some sweet tomato baking myself because I always have more than I can eat due to my frantic, greedy hoarding.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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