'Just tossing a bone out there -- this won't be a lengthy piece. I just have to record this wonderful week Jeff and I spent dog/house-sitting in Manhattan last month. Our friends Vanessa and Dan are fortunate to live in a spectacular old apartment in Gramercy and we were lucky enough to answer the phone when they called to ask us to dogsit their pup Sputnik (who, by the way, is our 2nd favorite dog after Mia).
We woke up Saturday morning, suited up the pup, and headed to the Union Square farmers' market, conveniently located only a few blocks away (swoon). We lolled about, smelling this, tasting that and much, much later meandered home, bags heavy with fresh food and an armful of beautiful yellow and white daffodils to boot.
So I went about chopping some little round onions and fresh plump garlic, and threw it in a sizzling pan with creamy white potatoes. (Sidenote: Yes, those are sunchokes in the bag in front of the teapot. I decided to start purchasing vegetables I've never tried before. It took me a few days before I got up the nerve to do something with those, but I must say they're absolutely delicious sliced thinly and thrown into a salad. Oh, and that square of milky cheese -- fresh mozzarella that was crumbly and holey and salty, unlike any I've ever had. Amazing.)
Back to breakfast. The potatoes.
As you can see, they were simple potatoes. In a simple pan, in a simple kitchen.
The simpler, the better. It was probably the best meal and best morning/afternoon and best overall week I've experienced so far this year.
Yup, that's beer with breakfast. Just for fun and because we're silly like that.