As the harvest season is ending here, it means pretty cheap tomatoes of sometimes-dubious quality. In this case, we can now get em for 500 tugriks (about 50 cents) a kilo compared to 2000+ tugriks a month ago. Thus began the several-day project of me, Jen, and Amber deciding to dry some.
4 kilos and innumerable flies later, we now are the proud owner of…about two handfuls of dried tomatoes. By my estimation we lost about 75% of mass due to all the drying out. Ugh, as it took us several ours to peel and slice all those damn tomatoes.
About a half kilo were left over from the initial slicing (too squishy, too sketchy) and we saved them for cooking. Well, technically, I was holding em for Jen to take today, but I erm, instead cooked them all then fed some of them to her. With my leftover 1/3 of the wheat yogurt sourdough bread plus a few spices I tried a heavily modified version of a savory tomato bread pudding, and the remainder of the tomatoes went into a spaghetti sauce with the sort-of mutton loose sausage I made a few days ago.
I wish I had my camera (it’s stuck in UB due to weight limits; hope to see it in October), but suffice it to say the bread pudding was ok – maybe it’ll be better tomorrow – and the spaghetti was tasty. The dried tomatoes are also tasty, but I’m afraid to eat them until winter when there aren’t actually tomatoes here.
Another food side note: Andy’s boss Altaa’s mom has started a local yogurt-making business, which means cute glass milk bottles and foil caps. I hope this means yogurt year-round now – it’s not as good (aka sour and raunchy) as the stuff you get from the milk ladies in the courtyard, but it has a nice flavor that’s more like Russian yogurt here.
Finally, a random site where you can download recordings of classical music that have been released into the public domain: Musopen. Production and actual musicians’ quality varies wildly, as much of this is from high school/university orchestras and it shows, but it’s nice to get a little semblance of culture out here. I miss, oddly, when I used to go with my dad to his rehearsals in Irving and mostly ignore/fall asleep during it.
Double finally, I’m sleepy and disinclined to go to the showerhouse due to cat-pseudo-sitting Jen’s cat who enjoys knocking about around 6 in the morning. And there are loud people in a nearby apartment singing (I suspect some bottles are accomplices).
Tags: food, Music