Looking back..!!
Meredith was searching the archives for photos of a very young Beau yesterday and picked up a photo album for 2012–the ones that Apple used to do so well.
We spent an enjoyable half-hour revisiting what turns out to have been an eventful year–Meredith’s 60th and my 70th.
New York, Chicago, Los Angeles!
My first cookbook, Delicious Dishes, was published; a revised and expanded version of my memoir, Making Poldark came out; then there was helping with the olive harvest in Tuscany, and seeing it pressed it for Ìý
Ten years ago!? Pas possible!
Next year: 70 and 80 loom!ÌýChin up!
Continuing in that spirit revisiting our yesteryears, and this being serious courgette/zucchini season, this morning, I pulled out a couple of old favourites from the cookbook-laden shelves in the larder, hoping to rediscover lost gems to cook for supper this evening.
Marcella’s Kitchen often yields rich pickens out of left field.
A short section entitled sautéed zucchiniÌýoffers four summer recipes using fresh, young courgettes with a choice of three herbs–or smoked bacon–as agents of taste.
Bingo!
I shall do the others later, as the harvest from our four plants continues–but tonight’s little dish will be sautéed zucchini with onion, thyme, olive oil and a little butter.
I fancy it–perhaps the only reason to cook something.
Marcella says in her memoir that she taught herself to cook in NYC after she married Victor, a naturalized Italian-American:
…there I was, having to feed a young, hard-working husband who could deal cheerfully with most of life’s ups and downs, but not with an indifferent meal.
Lucky Victor–how times have changed!
She says recalling how her ²µ°ù²¹²Ô»å³¾´Ç³Ù³ó±ð°ù’s cooking tasted and smelled, helped calm her nerves and guide her cooking.
It’s done when it smells done!
Imagine the young Marcella willing that Disney-like wisp of flavourful smoke from her Grandma’s Venetian stove to drift West across the ocean to her Manhattan kitchen–what a resource!
I must try it with Mother Molly’s recipe for stuffed marrow!
A young Bob Dylan once sang that his sixties girlfriend�
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She don’t look back�
Sure, but a touch of nostalgia can pass an idle half-hour�looking back over a busy year.
And nostalgia got Victor Hazan fed, and us an evening meal.
(Disney wisp invisible!)
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