December 14, 2012
I've had some coffee, you see
It was midway through boiling potatoes and beans that I shut the cookbook. I don't really need to follow a recipe for potatoes and beans.
Small yellow potatoes and very thin string beans (you know the ones). Washed and trimmed, both.
I had every intention of cooking them most thoroughly, the beans. Until they lost their bright, crisp and squeak. And, lose, they did. Under cover of glass, in a bath of chicken stock—slivers of garlic swimming—they cooked and, cooked. Salt, pepper and, steam. They cooked and, cooked.
Oggi, ho comprato un libro (Today, I bought a book). An Omelette and a Glass of Wine. This will be my first Elizabeth David. I'm ready to get lost in the text. Perché (because) my brain needs a break from Rosetta Stone, Oggi in Italia, Italian is Fun, Michel Thomas, Vest Pocket Italian, et cetera...