A Thought

So, for a brief while now, I've been half-heartedly keeping a food blog - not because I feel half-hearted about food, but because I feel like my attention ought to go other places and in general I get overwhelmed. I made the decision a long time ago not to make this one too "foodish" because otherwise I'd write about nothing else, and besides, I don't want to bore anyone. But I think the time's come to fold that one into this one and that, in general, that might be more true to myself anyway. I hope my few friends here won't find it too dull!

That said, I shouldn't think there will be too much food for a little while; it's hard to get very excited about cooking in 90 degree weather. I tend to eat like a baby - lots of purees. I had stewed gooseberries on yogurt for breakfast and then for lunch made my hot-weather usual, which is just a can of tomatoes, a garlic clove, a glug of olive oil and a little red wine vinegar - pureed in the blender. That's it. Well, I crumbled in a little goat cheese. Dinner? Some peas stewed with butter and onion and a scrap of prosciutto. As you see, this sort of thing does not a food blog make, so the changeover will be more ceremonial than not.

That said, some friends gave me three terrific cookbooks for my birthday: Claudia Roden, which I'm ashamed to say I didn't own, and then Joanne Harris's two French cookbooks, which are beautiful and basic and make you want to get to the market. And yes, since she is indeed the author of Chocolat (and half-French), that category is not underrepresented...I've been reading them before bed, and so have been going to bed ravenous and furious and overwhelmed by all the summer produce that I'll surely not take full advantage of...