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New recipe!!

After 3 weeks of traveling, we arrived home and began to get settled on Tuesday. Apparently I was missing the kitchen, even though it's been too hot to think about cooking. I planned one of our normal pasta salads to take to the pool for a picnic with our neighbors, and then I checked out Steve Poses' blog: http://athomebysteveposes.wordpress.com/recipes/. He's the Philadelphia restauranteur behind the Frog/Commissary Cookbook (and those restaurants, which I know only from the cookbook) -- and *that* is where I found the recipe I have modified as "Angela's Best Cookies," a recipe that was actually requested for a recent school event.

Anyway, I was intrigued by a salad recipe, and yes, I did modify it a bit,  but I found it to be very yummy and just the trick on a hot afternoon.

Try it. Avocado and Black Bean Salad. http://athomebysteveposes.wordpress.com/2010/05/17/avocado-black-bean-salad-recipe/

I felt like I didn't want to waste the pulp -- the part of the orange that is actually good for you! -- so I cut up the orange to put in the salad, and used store-bought orange juice to make the dressing. Steve found it to be a bit mushy -- I'm not sure how to avoid that, since unripe avocados are not tasty -- and Z. would have preferred guacamole, but I found it delicious. I used garlic from the CSA share and the orange we brought back from Hong Kong, plus the first fresh jalapeno I've ever cut up, which I bought down at Fu Wah, our local Vietnamese deli and corner store, along with the scallions and cilantro. When cutting the jalapeno, I touched my cheek, and it burned, and I think I lost a layer of skin on my thumb, but after sitting for a few hours the salad mellowed, the flavors mixed, and no one complained while eating.

A keeper!

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