summer latelies, or, how the blue sky revived inspiration
it’s become summer. a tad late, but with hot gusts and big (endless!) blue skies. so, whereas last week I was able to tolerate slow-roasting tomatoes (scooped and mopped with crusty, chevre-spread baguette), this week has been still simpler. (simpler still?)
there was an enormous chickpea salad with torn parsley & basil, diced carrot, tiny yellow, orange and red tomato and feta. this sat marinating in grassy olive oil for a few days as I worked through it; the blushing summer-colored tomatoes sweated and slumped, offering sweet-tart contrast to the oil. vinegar schminegar.
today, I made a salad of grilled radicchio, parsley, shaved parmesan, olives, dried apricots, and almonds. it was a gem: multicolored, multifaceted. sweet, salty, savory, bitter, briny, mineral.
The Talking Heads’ 77 cheered on the assembly process, but lately I’ve been very into listening to Thee Oh Sees.
And I cannot wait (cannot!) for Frances Ha. You guys. It looks perfect.