I did one of my end-of-summer rituals today. I roasted and froze what seemed like an enormous amount of red and yellow bell peppers. I used to really enjoy this process but this year I wasn’t so thrilled. It took over two hours and only yielded enough to fill both hands. However, come this winter, I know they’ll taste good with the usual mix of balsamic, olive oil, rosemary and basil. It’s the kind of dish that begs for a warm fire to go with the smokiness of the peppers. Delayed gratifaction*, I guess.
* I know it’s not a word but it fits. And Paul Westerberg used it so how bad can it be?