19 June Wednesday
The cookbook on the chopping block: Market Cooking by David Tanis. The menu: Seared Cauliflower with Anchovy, Lemon, and Caper sauce; Shaved Asparagus and wild Arugula salad with Parmesan slices; Roast Chicken with whole heads of garlic; crisp roasted potatoes; corn on the cob black raspberry ice cream with fresh raspberries atop. The verdict: Keep.
OK, a couple of things: The ice cream recipe didn’t come from this cookbook, it came from a Chez Panisse cookbook. I didn’t serve it because it hadn’t set up before people left. My fault, entirely. I looked at it this morning, and it still hasn’t completely solidified, and it may not. I think I may have put in a little too much sugar because I didn’t know the amount of sugar in the syrup. You see, I didn’t have fresh black raspberries, so I used a syrup. It’s really yummy and more like soft serve. Anyway, it’s whats for breakfast.
I served the corn just with butter, it was good for first of the season. The asparagus was the only bunch I found at the farmer’s market yesterday. I served it raw and thinly sliced. It was delicious.
Yeah, roast chicken. yeah, salad. It was all great. I’d forgotten I’d used this book before. It’s easy to forget because everything in it is really so simple. Anway, whoopdy noodle doo. I did something amazing this week, and not a moment too soon.
I cleaned out the pantry. It was a great feeling. Now, everything in there is good and right and there is most importantly, less. Oh the joys of having fewer choices! What did I do? Well, I gathered some surplus items that I was never gonna use in a year and gave them away. Now it looks so sleek and easy to use and comfortable and blah blah blah. I think I just became an old man. I mean, I’ve written about cleaning the pantry out before, but this time it felt different, like I aged whilst writing the sentences. What a nut!
It’s just a slow summer morning. It’s cold outside because this is California after all, and the coffee is cold and the kitchen floor is cold. And that ice cream is cold. It’s that slowness and joyful boredom that I love and treasure. It has been my life’s aspiration. To be quiet, and have not a lot that matters, and review cookbooks with arugula salads and other boring things that boring people like me do.
So now what do we do? My parents are coming next week and I’d like to have a few little parties. Like for instance, a fondue party. That’ll take them straight back to the 70s. They’ll love it. They were actually eating out of those fondue pots back then. We’ll see.
