Recipe From The Farm Box: Infusions

This Week's box brought forth an abundance of Veg fit to be consumed. But once again, nothing in particular screamed "make a recipe with me." Most of it was just "useful". Here's what I got:

• Curly Kale
• Tomatoes
• Lemon Cucumbers (Looks like Lemons, is a Cucumber)
• Alexandra Heirloom Zucchini (is what that big ugly thing from last week was)
• Mixed Potatoes (Red, White & Blue)
• Eggplant (long and thin)
• Chives
• Lemon Basil
• Lime Basil

So we're in the swing of Zucchini season, which is nice because it adds well to most basic dishes disappearing into the background but adding some texture and fiber where needed. Also fun are the Mixed Potatoes, which will sit until I am ready to use them. Everything else. I mean useful, but nothing really screaming USE ME. My only problem is that Lemon Basil and Lime Basil don't exactly stay. They tend to go bad immediately. I knew I needed to do something with them to capture those truly amazing basils but I wasn't really sure what. Until I remembered something I had consumed in a fancy rooftop bar in washington DC... Infused Liquors. I remember the bartender talking me up about his own PERSONAL infusions as he served me a cucumber gin martini. It was delicious. The flavor breaking highlighting the gin. And so I thought, if you can do that with cucumbers, could you do it with herbs? Could I infuse The Husband's booze of choice, gin, with the basils and make my own unique PERSONAL infusion.

Feeling Corny

I don't eat a lot of corn. I have what I would call in polite company a "corn intolerance."  This intolerance has led to a lifetime of slowly removing corn products from my diet because I feel better when I refrain from eating them. This is, of course, incredibly difficult because 1) Corn Syrup is in everything and 2) Corn, in its truest and most natural form is G*d Damn delicious. The Husband, is also a big fan of the devilishly tasty kernels. His favorite way to consume this evil overgrown weed is in the form of cornbread. So when two ears of sweet Corn showed up in the box this week, he begged for Cornbread and I willingly complied, even though I knew my consumption of said evil but delicious result would be limited to a single piece, maybe.