I don’t want to talk about today. I want to talk about yesterday.
Yesterday it was sunny and in the low 60’s. Though, I hate to even use the word low because it was so high: nice and warm. We walked down the street and had a patio lunch. My first thought was, “I didn’t put on my sunscreen.” My next thought was “damn, this sun has my brain working in ways it hasn’t in a while.” It was sparking all over the place. It manifested into making our own french fries like mamma always did and now doesn’t quite as often for the obvious fried food health reasons. None of that mattered yesterday, though.
We opened all the windows in the house to release the smoke that’s inevitable when I start experimenting in the kitchen and turned up the music.
It was amazing. The breeze went perfectly with the dry white wine and salty spring french fries.
One of my most treasured possessions: a deep cast iron skillet of my granny’s