Last night, just when I thought the Spaghetti Carbonara Two Ways (with Ruth Reichl's recipe made with one egg and Pancetta instead of bacon and Mario Batali's Molto Italiano version with 4 eggs and Salumi's Guanciale) that I had prepared for supper earlier this week would be my entry for IMBB: Eggs, I changed my mind.
I wanted to try something different, something I have not made in a while using some of my favorite ingredients: citrus and eggs. An entry that would appeal to my sweet tooth, my love of preserving, and that would come in handy for breakfast and dessert this week, to share with friends and neighbors.
So, I woke up early this morning with a plan. I was to watch the Williams-Craybas match and then get busy cooking. As I was in the process of gathering my ingredients I noticed I did not have enough lemons (barely enough for the zesting) and my entry was to be Lemon Curd.
Normally, with plenty of time and energy to spare I would have walked the few blocks to the market in two shakes. But I was in a lazy mood. Any other day, I would have no problem getting in the car and taking a quick drive to Pike Place Market or Queen Anne for some last minute necessities. However, this morning that was just not possible.
The Seattle Fire Department had responded to a fire alarm coming from one of the lower floors of our building (a false alarm, thankfully).
Not only were the elevators out of commission during the investigation--way too many floors down for me to tackle with only a cup of coffee in my system-- but the garage door opening system was also out for the time being. Driving out of here was out of the question. Which meant that alternative plans, possibly even recipes, were now in order. What to do?
That's when I remembered about the Meyer lemons I had juiced and frozen earlier this year and that were sitting in our freezer, looking forward to being put to good use.
I had purchased so many of these beautiful Meyers--my favorite lemon of all-- at the market over the winter that I found myself juicing and slicing a whole bunch, putting them away for those summer days when the sight and taste of one of these babies was just the thing.