This is a picture of a dinner that was too magically delicious to be captured on film. My pictures were so inexplicably awful that I had no choice but to take the easy way out and use my little EasyShare editing tool to try to salvage the memory. I’m hooked on taking mediocre photos and “sketching” them.
Our apartment isn't organized and it’s been over a month since we moved in. The funny part is that we don’t care. Normally we’d be driven crazy by the clutter, the books stacked up on the floor, the bare walls and overall lack of order. However some sort of metamorphosis must be happening because we’re just living with it.
The same thing goes for my studio. As you know, I recently decided not to paint it until the Spring. To live with it “as is” (and it truly is an “as is” situation, it needs work) until I understand the space. Right now it’s overly stuffed with “stuff” and with each knock on the door I assume the Hoarders crew has finally arrived.
Last night I wanted a “real meal” even though it would mean eating at the coffee table since we don’t appear to have room for our dining room table yet (or maybe never). I decided to make souvlaki from Falling Cloudberries. Have you seen this book? I own Apples for Jam, but found this one at the library. Gorgeous.
The dinner was incredible even if served on a tablecloth covered in poinsettias because I couldn’t find anything else. I served the little cubes of seasoned pork with whole wheat pita alongside roasted potatoes and small dishes of feta, tomato, purple onions, cucumber and tzatzeki.
I followed Tessa’s instructions to soak the chopped onion in salt water to remove any bitterness and to make it easier to digest. Wow! The difference was amazing. I soaked and rinsed several times (she suggests doing it once). Basically, you just put the chopped onion in a bowl, cover with water, sprinkle generously with salt and leave it alone for at least 20 minutes. I did this 3 times and am glad I did. The result? The sweetest pieces of onion you can imagine and I couldn’t believe they were raw.
Mark was uncharacteristically exuberant and yelled, “IT'S A HOME RUN! This is like Greek tacos! A big win! Hey, can we have this tomorrow?” He was definitely in touch with his inner eleven year old and I must admit that I was rolling around on the floor with my inner child too.
Amazing. Probably because I followed the recipe. I'm a world famous tweaker, often to disasterous results. This time, I played it safe and even measured! My measuring spoons were totally caught off guard and I swear I heard them nervously whispering reassuring words to one another.
I want to thank you for your comments here and on facebook about my last post. Most of you had something to say about the tablecloth situation and while I thought it was shockingly bad, having heard a lot of nightmare stories from sellers and having survived quite a few wine spills at the Farmer’s Market on Broadway (my favorite) I guess it didn’t hit me how atrocious this mother’s behavior was.
I'm all over etsy lately.
Look at this cute fellow.
And I'm not even a robot person.