We reminisced about summer over lunch. Going to the pool, sustaining ourselves with greasy french fries, ice cream cones, and small Coke's with lots of ice.
Every Breath You Take.
Not a care in the world.
To market, to market...
Two loaves bread.
"Do we need lettuce." He asked.
"We've still got some." I said.
"How much did we spend." He asked.
We tallied over breakfast dishes.
"I'm going to make gazpacho." I said.
I opened up Joy of Cooking to use as a guide.
1 medium cucumber (peeled, seeded and chopped).
1 small green pepper (seeded and diced).
1 small white onion (diced).
1 pound tomatoes (peeled, seeded and chopped).
1 garlic clove (diced).
Many leaves of basil (in lieu of parsley, to taste).
Extra virgin olive oil (to taste).
Red wine vinegar (to taste).
Crushed red pepper (to taste).
Salt (to taste).
Parmesan (to taste).
It was all very I Love Lucy.
Clean up took longer than anything else. In addition, we are now the proud owners of one gazpacho stained Joy of Cooking.
Our Sunday summer supper:
Red Snapper filets perfumed with extra virgin olive oil, white wine, flecks of parsley, flecks of chive, and lemon;
mixed green salad with heirloom cherry tomatoes, cucumber, and onion dressed with extra virgin olive oil, red wine vinegar, salt and pepper;
corn on the cob;
toasted baguette rubbed with garlic and drizzled with olive oil and maybe a grating of paremsan;
and red wine.