This week Wild Boo and I came down with a cold. We steamed up the bathroom and played with twenty or thirty of his favorite toys, and then after taping up pictures of fishes, (one of Wild Boo’s favorite things) we blared C & C Music Factory, LL Cool J, and PM Dawn, and splashed around in our bathing suits in the Drews’ giant bathtub.
It is cold here in Denver. Cold and dry. I’ve gone through a whole bottle of lotion just for my hands and arms. Baristas remind patrons to drink water. I was inspired to make a kale, red cabbage, jicama and apple salad, mostly because I found a mandolin attachment on the Drews’ grater.
Tomatoes. They deserve a few months, not weeks. They are only good during that summer/early fall season, and should be the focus of every meal during that wonderful time. Figs too.
Perhaps, to write a memoir.
Having begun my career in Austin, Texas, I am familiar with that kind of weather. The meal would be best just after the sun sets, when the softness of the night justifies the heat of the day. There might be some champagne to begin, or rosé. Rosé with the meal. Might start with something light and refreshing like gazpacho or carpaccio. Gumbo is a bit too rich for the heat of the summer but paella is close, and would work. A seafood paella with some vegetables like flat romano beans and red peppers in it. Followed by a simple green salad and some melon granita (and for my son an ice cream sunday with profiteroles and creme brulee and a steak on the side)
My favorite sound is the sound of the ocean. But I have never worked at the ocean. My least favorite sound is the sound of a noisy restaurant.