Lots & lots of tomato sandwiches.
Sushi & iced coffee for breakfast, today, at a trip to the co-op that ended with sweet promises: big bowls of farro dressed with lemon & olive oil, bountiful with summer tomato, bell pepper, feta, & salad beans.
And! There are plums and a baguette and coffee, with its smell warming the whole kitchen.
Otherwise, I am rereading The Catcher in the Rye, and have been trying not to relate too much to Holden Caulfield. Does everyone relate to him with a sort of terrible depth of feeling?
I feel a similar empathy towards Michael Pitt’s character in The Dreamers.
Does everyone feel like they are on the outside looking in, peeking into the world, and its funny, sad, magical turnings? It’s a feeling you can get lost in.