The color of the cabbage had faded. The potatoes paler, too. Some of the beans had freed themselves from their trappings.
I was awash with a bit of worry from the start. Would the pan be too low for all that I had in store for it? Perhaps.
I worked with my right and shielded with my left. Careful. Thoughtful. Patient.
With only water, extra virgin olive oil, salt and pepper I was able to concoct a very simple winter meal—Winter—despite the soaring temperatures outside.
I didn't know it then, but the very next day would have me purchasing just the right size pot for such a winter meal.