is actually fuelled by spending a lot of time at elflet's, reading cookbooks. (When in Rome....)
So Thursday, being grocery day, I whipped myself into a frenzy reading Marcella Hazan's Essentials of Classic Italian Cooking. By the time I left his place, heading for home, I wanted to cook. So I stopped by Whole Foods on the way out, happy, for a change, to trade off the extra east-bound traffic for a romp through one of the best produce departments I have access to.
But Whole Foods in San Ramon is smack next to a Borders Books. I had a medium bookstore accident. (The Hazan book, plus Puerto Rican Cuisine in America.)
So I bought food. Driving home, I considered what to cook first. When I noticed that I was juggling three or four recipes in my head, I realized this was enough food for me for something like three days. Bad. Must find someone to feed.
So I called up my vet in Stockton, with whom I've socialized in the past. She is busy separating from her husband, but was evidently happy to come to dinner, even if it was on four hours notice. I had a lot of fun cooking, and we drank what felt like a great deal of wine (but proved to be a half-bottle or so) and nattered away pretty late, considering it was a work night and she had to be in the clinic by eight.
Hard-Boiled Eggs with Green Sauce. (I would call it "deviled eggs, Italian-style", since the yolks are seasoned with parsley, capers, and anchovy fillets. Salty. Yum!)
Roast Chicken with Two Lemons. (That's about all there is to it. Insanely delicious, too.)
Romaine Salad with Walnuts and Gorgonzola. (I've always thought gorgonzola cheese smelled like old socks. Why would anyone want to eat the stuff? Because it doesn't taste like that, silly. Inspired in part by a reading of The Cheese Course, I resolved to try at least one cheese I hadn't had before. Yum!)