I first visited Italy about - ouch - 25 years ago. We spent a month lounging about the Cinque Terre, and in our group we counted a rather erudite Dutch artist. Said Dutch artist was designated cook for the group, being the only one who could. Cook. I - the only woman - certainly couldn't. Apart from some great leaps forward in the past 10 years under the tutelage of my dear beloved, whose work may be thinking but whose life is definitely cooking, I still hold the title as the worst cook he has ever met.
Anyway, said Dutch artist, before leaving us to meet his boyfriend in Marseille showed me how to make a caprese salad, and until now I was very proud to be able to do at least that with a little Dutch artist flair.
Yesterday evening, I let my daughter loose with the basil, tomatoes and mozarella... I'm now reassessing my frame of reference.
Insalata caprese. By B.
Aged four.
Beautiful, but doesn't she have the advantage of being born in Italy? Face it, respect and care of food is in her blood from the start.
ReplyDeleteLove it!!!!! Bet M did too.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, you must encourage this talent, so in a few years she will be doing all the cooking for you. :)
ReplyDeleteI think having someone who is not me cooking is always better for everyone's health...
ReplyDelete