Once again, the secret to this “should be illegal” pleasure is Josh’s ciabatta bread, toasted and drizzled with olive oil. Instead of asparagus, today it was covered with diced tomatoes treated with basil, oregano, red pepper flakes, and garlic and dusted with parmesan cheese.
An added treat is the salami from a market in NYC sent to me by a cousin there. To complete the lunch, a few slices of assiago cheese and a glass of wine.
Is there any wonder why I’m such a friggin Pollyanna? Life is too good to be otherwise.
1 comment:
Ok, thanks for rubbing it in.
My dry turkey breast sandwich on limp white bread today
compares very unfavorably. The lame ice tea didn't help either.
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