Not clear that my activities are all post-worthy, but hoping the trajectory of my meals creates some sort of minimal narrative, I'm trying to record every day. If I re-heat the same dishes there is at least consistency--but how interesting can that be?
As far as I can tell, anyone who frequents produce markets of any sort, generally overbuys and has to figure out what to do with too many left-over vegetables. My concern on Sunday morning focussed on some serious stalks of broccoli that looked like they might not have much of a future.
I know broccoli is the symbol of good-for-you food that no-one wants to eat, as in--could congress create a mandate for people to eat broccoli? This is not my issue. I'm a long-time broccoli fan. I might not like it quite as much as roasted cauliflower, but it is OK.
Despite these warm feelings, I'd quite forgotten the broccoli in the crisper. I was thinking bacon and eggs, and decided to include a broccoli salad which led to a sudden shift of menu. I made fried eggs with a side (more of an appetizer as I managed to eat it before the eggs were cracked) of a broccoli salad with bacon, red onion and golden raisins with a splash of cider vinegar--and because I couldn't resist a spoonful or two of mayonnaise. No recipe. No pictures. Just a confession.
Met Linda G. for a walk--so windy we couldn't promenade by the sea. We sat instead on a patch of green in Hotchkiss Park before having a Happy Hour hamburger, fries and sangria at the restaurant on Main Street previously known as Orange (current name unknown).
Biked home as the sun was setting. No need to open the fridge.
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