This weekend, Dan and I were invited to a little kid birthday party. The couple who lived beneath me at my old apartment have three little kids, one boy (5 yrs old) and two twin girls (3 yrs old), and they were all having a birthday party together. When we showed up to the party, we found ourselves face-to-face with a bouncy house, a cotton candy machine, a clown, face painting, and herds- yes, herds- of children. I immediately thought, “dear God, what have we gotten ourselves into?”
I was under the impression that all the adults would have the same mindset as us- let’s get tipsy and let the kids do their thing. There were a couple people like that, but mostly everyone was talking about how “their Tina” is at the top of her gymnastics class and her coach says that with a little practice, she could go to the Olympics! Congrats, lady. Your kid can somersault. Woo.
So what was at this party besides obnoxious women and screaming kids? Junk food. Lots and lots and lots and lots of junk food. Within 2 hours, I managed to consume cupcakes, hot dogs, cotton candy, circus peanuts, pretzels, animal crackers, popcorn, and lots of beer. Yes, by the end of the party, I felt like a pinata ready to burst.
When I got home, I was craving real food. Seriously, anything that grew out of the ground or wasn’t made with pure sugar would do. So I decided to make bruschetta.
Then, I chopped up some black olives and artichoke hearts and threw them in. Finally, I mixed in a hearty helping of feta cheese. The end result was just what I needed, and as I bit into the crispy bread and the olive oil-drenched topping, I was in heaven. Later that night, we had friends over, sipped red wine, snacked on lobster-stuffed mushrooms, and I felt like an adult again.
From what I understand, all heirloom tomatoes are different. Some have stripes, some are yellow, and some are weird-looking (there’s an actual kind of heirloom tomato called an Ugly tomato). I foolishly have no idea what kind I got. While I couldn’t identify any noticeable difference in taste between my heirlooms and regular tomatoes, I’m glad I got to try them. They seriously hit the spot when I needed them most- I mean, after a mouthful of circus peanuts, what wouldn’t taste amazing?