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