My peroghies keep getting put off. Today I had no sour cream. And really, there’s no point.
But I did have two pints of cherry tomatoes (am growing weary of the grape and strawberry tomato and reverting back to the classic cherry) that I bought at the market last weekend with the intention of roasting. Would have made good pasta sauce, but for some reason the idea of a vegetable cobbler popped back into my head – something I made with chard years ago. So I drizzled them (and a few cloves of garlic) with olive oil, roasted them until dark and sticky, dropped spoonfuls of cornbread batter on top and baked it. It was good enough. Worked as a late lunch-early dinner before going out to First Thursday at Art Central and the Spoken Word Festival at the Auburn Saloon. (Seriously – SEVENTY dollars for a babysitter when we were home at barely eleven? Is that really the going rate these days? Am I that severely out of touch? Babysitting pays a helluva lot more than food blogging.)
Next time I might add a bit of cheese to the drop biscuits, or crumble some among the roasted tomatoes before spooning the dough on top.
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