Spaghetti with tomato sauce, fresh basil and real parmesan
Again, a lack of posts for which apologies, but for once this is not to do with a lack of decent food...I've been eating unusually well this last week thanks to a visitor from far-flung places who stayed overnight in Atlanta and knew what to buy there for me...so from DeKalb farmers market came a cornucopia of delicious produce which we devoured with glee.
I'd forgotten how good real shrimp could be - grey, uncooked ones sauted with a bit of garlic and chilli. And real mozzarella, and tomatoes that actually taste of something. Fresh goats cheese. Pak choi. Real lettuce. Kiwi fruit. Wine all the way from France, Europe. And also, it was so good to have people in town who actually care about food. So, smoked salmon and scrambled egg breakfasts outside in the Alamo, picnics by the river, proper dinners in Beacon Street. Justine and Tom, you probably didn't think any of this was particularly civilised or abnormal, but it was a very long way from my usual solo and gone-to-seed life of snatched breakfasts and dinners, like tonight, with my laptop.
I'd forgotten how good real shrimp could be - grey, uncooked ones sauted with a bit of garlic and chilli. And real mozzarella, and tomatoes that actually taste of something. Fresh goats cheese. Pak choi. Real lettuce. Kiwi fruit. Wine all the way from France, Europe. And also, it was so good to have people in town who actually care about food. So, smoked salmon and scrambled egg breakfasts outside in the Alamo, picnics by the river, proper dinners in Beacon Street. Justine and Tom, you probably didn't think any of this was particularly civilised or abnormal, but it was a very long way from my usual solo and gone-to-seed life of snatched breakfasts and dinners, like tonight, with my laptop.
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