Naomi: Cooking for one and for friends



For years now, even before I wrote the recipes in what I think of as my "static blog," Fiftytworecipesfrommymother, at the request of my children, Sarah and Sam, Sarah had been urging me to keep a daily (more or less) record of my cookings--the meals I make for myself in my (surprisingly) solitary life as well as those I make for friends. For whatever reasons, I've never done it.


But, after months of wandering, I've finally begun. As I haven't quite mastered the art of cooking for one, and love throwing together grand meals at the last minute, I have been encouraging friends to call to check on what I might have on hand any evening for a quick meal. Instructions can be found in my entry for March 20th--What's in Naomi's Refrigerator.

This is primarily a record of the meals I prepare for myself and others, accompanied by "mug shots" of the food (when I remember to photograph before eating). Shot by my phone, with no styling, they may not capture their subjects at their best, but so be it.



Friday, September 14, 2012

September 14th. Frittata with rice, herbs and two cheeses

Began the day with a very fast frittata.    Chopped dill, chives, lemon basil, grated parmesan and smoked mozarella.
Amanda had it for breakfast with toast.  It was a late afternoon meal for me.  After yoga, I'd stopped at Ralph's.  I was in search of their bargain gladiolas--and was happy to find them.  Bought two bunches--one purple, one white, and a few other surprise items as well.


That evening, I was meeting Suzanne and Peter at a book party for Michelle Markel's new children's book, The Fantastic Jungles of Henri Rousseau at my local book store,  Small World Books on the boardwalk.  I hadn't been there in a while, and it was a perfect opportunity to catch up some of the Sholem crowd, which was well represented.
Peter was eager to go to Santino's--a pan-Latino restaurant bar on Lincoln with Brazilian music.  I'd never been--I think it might be relatively new--but it was lively--very noisy--the food was fine (we didn't eat that much).  I don't know if I'd return--but I was happy to visit one of the mysterious spots I often bike past.  

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