I’ve been reading 101 Cookbooks. And I’ve become a sucker for the photos with deep, rich colors, the idea that I really can spend every night cooking something fresh, healthy and organic. I am standing barefoot on a terracotta-tiled kitchen floor overlooking the coast of California with a scarf in my hair and a glass of white wine in my hand, waiting for friends to drop in around 7 for drinks and a dinner that will also clear their pores and enrich their souls.
I realize this is all fantasy. But tonight I made carmelized tofu with brussel sprouts anyways, listening to Bob Marley and drinking a glass of white wine. And it was delicious.