Last night, I rode for 3 1/2 hours with my mother, sister and 4 1/2 year old niece back from San Luis Obispo, California to Montalvo. Knowing we’d be making dinner upon our return, we stopped at the Santa Cruz farmer’s market.
My gracious mother and sister dutifully lugged the growing bounty as I demonstrated to them how one writes the night’s menu a la minute. From one stall to the next, I fell in love with tiny scallions, farm eggs, daringly green broccoli, new crop zucchini and the proudest little haricot vert.
Of course, my family played a role in the menu writing process, too.
I honored the enthusiastic pleas they made for
artichokes, artichokes, artichokes
as we rode through fields of them in the hot afternoon sun.
2 May 2012
little green beans and artichokes with radishes, egg and anchovy vinaigrette
My mother’s pasta
chiocciole pasta with broccoli, green garlic and hot pepper
Alexis’ olive oil and Parmigiano Reggiano on the table