Friday dinner. Fresh Bay Gimlets over FaceTime with dear friends left us less than motivated to cook, but that was just fine with us. I had roasted some peppers earlier in the day and left them to marinate with wine vinegar, good olive oil and slivers of green garlic. The cheese-and-cold-cut drawer yielded some nice Italian mortadella, salami and prosciutto. On the shelf above it, half a jar of Imam Bayildi (“The Imam Fainted”) eggplant spread… our latest obsession. I boiled a few eggs and did an Italian riff on devilled uovi with some Calabrian chilli oil and a shred of basil on top. Broke several shards off of a chunk of Grana Padano and anointed them with old, syrupy balsamic vinegar. Some store bought crostini, Niçoise olives, a few radishes, and a god-awful can of mussels escabeche from Patagonia Provisions rounded things out.
Beneath our feet as we ate, Frida quietly shredded the mat from her bed. Happy weekend, everyone!