Friday, I Bought Tulips

Sunday, I bought more tulips.

Monday, I came home to a feast fueled by simplicity.

Toasted bread (leftovers and ends we could not let go to waste).

Olives (Roberto made a trip to our neighborhood Italian deli—and a second trip when I asked him to pick up ladyfingers for a dessert I'm preparing on Saturday—who needs Valentine's day?).

Cheeses.

Homemade dry cured sausage.

A freshly opened bottle of red wine.

Chicken cutlets with a layer of prosciutto cooked with olive oil, butter, white wine, shallots, garlic, thyme, capers and parsley.

There was a lovely mixed green salad (it is ubiquitous).

Yes, even some sweet corn from a can (a touch of suppertime nostalgia).

No pasta, but there was chocolate cake accompanied by our nightly coffee fix.

But, before that, a handful of mixed nuts...just to help finish off the bread and wine (in our glasses, not the bottle).

I broke a small plate.

Dropped my mobile on the tile, the battery popped out.

Butter fingers.

As I type, snow is finally being removed from our street. It only took over a week.