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Greek Chicken Skewers with Tzatziki Sauce

It is mad hot.  Literally 100F in the shade.  And probably hotter in the mostly unshaded library's parking lot, which is where I spent 3-7pm tending the library's table o'flyers and stuff at the local farmer's market.  An umbrella, a gallon of water and a spritzer bottle were all used in a futile attempt to beat the heat.   Dinner time was leftovers.

However, here's a dish I made the other day, but didn't get around to posting until now.  Oregano is thriving in the garden, and this was the first time this year I was able to use the fresh stuff. Actually, there were other times I could have used it, but I forgot it was thriving in the garden.  But I digress ...

Greek Chicken Skewers with Tzatziki Sauce
Adapted from Cooking Light
Yield: 4-8 appetizer servings (1 or 2 skewers per serving)

8 wooden skewers
1/4 cup fresh lemon juice
1 Tbl. chopped fresh or 1 teaspoon dried oregano
1 Tbl. olive oil
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 Tbl. minced garlic (bottled ok)
3 skinless, …

Go forth on the fourth ...

... and barbecue, of course!

Steaks ... check!   Skewered chicken ... check!

Carrot flan ... huh?

When I first came across this recipe at Eggs on Sunday, I thought, whoa!  Something fancy-schmancy for Thanksgiving.  Or a seder, with just a minor adjustment.  But when I noticed that the description said it could be served cold, I thought, hey, something cool, both literally AND figuratively, to serve now in this bone-melting heat.

Carrot flan, really more like a pudding-ish souffle (or a souffle-ish pudding), is major-league impressive.  The picture above doesn't do it justice.  The baby greens are a lovely contrast to the orange-y carrot color.  And the golden dressing unites them.  Everyone will ooh and aah and think you spent hours working on it (let them, you deserve it).  Except for the aunt who is on an eternal taste-free diet and complains that it's too fancy for her to eat.  The rest of the relatives will be too busy devouring it to notice her kvetching.

Hubby, who doesn…