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.



Sunday, February 19, 2012

February 19 . Salad with tuna, eggs, potatoes, olives, tomatoes and more

I'd driven north on Saturday, planning to stay in Oakland and drive to San Francisco on Sunday.  The Bay Bridge was closed for earthquake re-fitting, so no driving across the bay with bags of food.  I'd assumed  Bart would zip me in--but trains were few and far between.  Didn't arrive  until early afternoon.  Dan, Sam, Jesse and Ngan were at the house.  Ann, weak and in bed.  I visited with her a bit--she was barely speaking.
No-one had eaten lunch.  Fearful that I'd arrive hungry, with nothing to eat, I'd bought an ice cream pop walking from Bart, but there was enough food for me to make a almost proper salade nicoise.  Excellent tunafish (in a glass jar, not a can), lettuce, potatoes ( I learned how to make them in a microwave--, tomatoes, olives--managed to put together a platter that looked quite beautiful and tasted just fine.

There seemed to be a steady stream of visitors and no cooking was necessary.  I took the Bart back to Oakland just as night was falling.  Excellent Japanese dinner with Ella whom I hadn't seen in 35 years--then met my sister and quite by accident--thinking we'd go for a drink ended up at a 9:30 screening of The Artist in downtown Berkeley.

Packed and emotionally crammed day.
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