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 7, 2012

September 7. Tuna Salad Corn Salad. Gratitude.

I've been thinking tuna salad for weeks. Perhaps that quite delicious rockfish has spurred me on to more seafood meals.   Made a very basic but good tuna salad--with  celery.  scallions, capers,  chives and dill.  Had a restaurant proper lunch of tuna salad sandwich with the last bit of left-over corn salad...

Late  in the afternoon, biked to meet Lena and Phoebe on Rose--now site of many restaurants and hot spots--is this the new Venice?  New Abbott Kinney?

We stopped at Cafe Gratitude, newly opened in the building on the site of the old and much missed Pioneer Bakery.  I realized I'd read about the Larchmont branch which had opened a while ago in the New Yorker--turns out it's part of a chain famous for vegan food named with exhortations or maybe they're affirmations--"I am awesome," I am fearless," etc.--bold names for food that despite all the plaudits is not quite bold enough for a person who is used to a little more meaty heft.  A little post meal research revealed a long and peculiar history of this quite popular spot--all available to any intrepid googler.

We lingered so long that Julian ended up meeting us there for dinner--which we all agreed was adequate if not inspirational.
By the time we left, a bit past sunset, the new restaurants on the block were filling up with patrons--this is one rapidly shifting situation.

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