A Radish sort of day

Today is the essence of spring. there is a chill in the air and it is thick with water. not the cold damp kind, but the sweet, fresh droplets that tag along excitedly with spring. I decide it is a radish sort of day.There is something about their pale flesh, and pink trim that says spring. they are almost human, full of delacate veins.


I slice up a cold salad of zuchini, cucumber, green onion, boiled egg, lemon, and of course... radish. drizzled with olive oil this is the perfect marriage.






















Everything is crisp, including the corn on the cob which I simply boil, flushing out it's brilliant yellow outfit. No one in the house is anxious for lunch today, that is my favorite. no requests, no pressure, just quiet creative space and the sound of water boiling.













To round it all out I decide on chicken cooked in wine with almond cous cous. the deed is done, spring has just reincarnated as a plate of food. this is what I love to do. It has begun raining again and the patter on the pourch brings a rythem through the open kitchen window. I ask Naomi to set the table.












Everything is dripping outside by the time we sit down to eat. There is a burst of sound as soon as the prayer is finished, dishes clinking, "pass the butter's" and then we settle into silence, relishing our lunch.