Today was one of the rare true summer days of San Francisco: beautifully warm, with no clouds in the sky. It would have been a great day to go to the beach, but Anton hates the beach, and I thought the beach would be overcrowded, hot Saturdays being so unusual. Anton is feeling generous in spirit right now (he said to me the other day, in a rare moment, "This is the best marriage ever!"), so I could have gotten my beach wish granted. What instead did I squander my marital capital on? A trip to Target.
I hate driving to Target; I hate the particular freeway exit and parking lot and lane merges required for that outing. Anton hates all retail, and he is trying to get us to live within our means. But Iris needed a leotard and some other clothes appropriate for the day-long gymnastics camp she's starting on Monday, and I felt like stocking up on stuff like tampons and envelopes, and I wanted to do it on the cheap, so a trip to Target seemed called for, prevailing upon the husband to do the driving.
My God, I must be losing whatever verve was left in me.
On the other hand, I did enjoy having my coffee outside, and I drank quite a bit of yummy cava while cooking a cucumber risotto and baked radicchio. My verdict on the meal: the risotto was okay, but since I've already made the discovery of the fabulousness of cooked cucumber, it wasn't particularly enlightening. On the other hand, the baked radicchio was miraculous.
Preheat oven to 400. Oil a large, shallow baking dish.
Wash and chop a head of radicchio. Drizzle with olive oil; sprinkle with salt and pepper. Bake 20 minutes. Top with lots of slivered gorgonzola and liberal amounts of balsamic vinegar; return to the oven until the cheese is melted.
From the Farmer John cookbook, my new obsession.
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