I’ve been a terrible foodie this week– the duress of a writing assignment is to blame. Mediocre takeout and pints of Ben and Jerry’s have been my primary sources of sustenance. The one highlight: a lovely Spanish-themed dinner party on Wed night. Smoked salmon and broccoli quiche, chicken pot pie with a decadent crust, a duo of salads, some Spanish reds, cream puffs for dessert. Oh, and a load of eggplant beignets that went largely untouched and were deemed a “successful failure.” I used some of my Boston Organics produce to make a pear and red lettuce salad with dried cherries and a blue-cheese dressing. Homemade everything–it was just fantastic. Muchos gracias to the beneficent hosts of the evening and the hands that made the food.
I intend to make up for my slacking off this weekend: I’m headed to New Haven to visit L and J, and resolve to eat nothing but pizza while I’m there. The places on the menu: Frank Pepe, Sally’s and BAR for the mashed potato pie. My last hurrah before buckling down and rounding into summer form. I’ve been putting it off for long enough.