Shabbat in Israel is for meals like this. Lavish little salads, and some not so little ones (Ill let you decide which is which), eaten slowly at my leisure as I watch Gordon Ramsey bring order, symphony and finally beauty to restaurants in my backyard, back home in NJ. From 5 o'clock (which is around the time I ate) upwards we have chive yogurt, soaked almonds, multi-rice (whole red and brown) with Rashad, chives and scallions and avocado on the side, lettuce hearts, heirloom cucumber (its white!), and a slice of my spelt and wheat sourdough, ketchup with schug, fire roasted eggplants with chives from Supersol (its stupendous, just needs a bit more fresh lemon juice), Acram's homemade hummus which was a gift for bringing him the last of the heirloom guavas we had for a short stint at work, a Persian omelet, and some homemade suri olives that my roommate gave me. Such an ornate meal, so tired of eating them alone.
Saturday, May 20, 2017
A Wink Later
Shabbat in Israel is for meals like this. Lavish little salads, and some not so little ones (Ill let you decide which is which), eaten slowly at my leisure as I watch Gordon Ramsey bring order, symphony and finally beauty to restaurants in my backyard, back home in NJ. From 5 o'clock (which is around the time I ate) upwards we have chive yogurt, soaked almonds, multi-rice (whole red and brown) with Rashad, chives and scallions and avocado on the side, lettuce hearts, heirloom cucumber (its white!), and a slice of my spelt and wheat sourdough, ketchup with schug, fire roasted eggplants with chives from Supersol (its stupendous, just needs a bit more fresh lemon juice), Acram's homemade hummus which was a gift for bringing him the last of the heirloom guavas we had for a short stint at work, a Persian omelet, and some homemade suri olives that my roommate gave me. Such an ornate meal, so tired of eating them alone.
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