Yesterday was a very frustrating day. I tossed and turned all night waking earlier than normal to drive to the car dealership. I was handed the keys to my first loaner car which to me represented something significantly adult, despite the fact that those I told didn’t acknowledge the milestone. I held in my hand keys to a brand new, glistening, yellow VW Beetle. I told the guy who walked me to the car he made my day. This was true… especially after getting “the call” indicating that half of my pay check would be going to them later that day. Damn.
Writing it now, the stress of it all, the “oh my God I’m going to get in an accident with the loaner car” paranoia and the breakdown over the cost, so, so trivial. That was really the reason for writing it down…to put it in perspective, which I have. Moving on.
I realize I haven’t written much in the way of FOOD lately which may give the impression I haven’t been cooking. Not so! I’ve been enjoying the cooler temperatures as an opportunity to turn on the oven and cook something warming and comfortable. With the joy that is summer produce, the heat always results in me taking a step back and sticking to boring basics that require little effort. This last weekend we had our friends Allison and David over and I wanted to whip up something special. You see, they’re expecting their first little mister. It was the topic of conversation for a great part of the night, names and I wonder whats, and all that and I liked it that way.
Earlier that day I made my rounds at the Italian market to make a very special lasagne dish. The classic Martha recipe I linked to couldn’t be easier…I use a bit more sauce than she recommends and add sausage (take it out of the casing and cook first) with the middle sauce layers (a makeshift ragu I suppose) but it’s my go-to every time for a simple but wonderfully decadent baked pasta dish. I purchased all necessary cheeses and tomatoes from Claudio‘s, pasta and bread (for dipping, of course) from Talluto’s and fennel sausage from Fiorella’s. If you visit Philadelphia, please go to all three. Before this I put out a pretty antipasto platter, the shining stars were the figs… oh, the figs! I wish we could pause in time during this time of September and savor fresh figs always.
The wine flowed for three of us and we devoured piece after piece of the lasagne. After stuffing ourselves silly we took a few minutes to breathe before devouring the treats our friends brought from Isgro’s bakery (near my recommendations above and also a must-visit).
So life has been beautiful for the most part as of late, with a sprinkling of stress and questioning to keep things interesting.
I have my big 2-6 next Friday and we leave for GREECE the week after that. A lot of gratitude over here.