I finally got to spend some quality time in the studio, and finished a drawing. This is important because I have a show coming up in 3 weeks, and I’ve lost a lot of time. I knocked off early enough to make another beautiful jar of sambal, cure the sockeye salmon for Sunday, and bust out some more peasant food for dinner.
In keeping with the ultra-local theme of late, everything in this dinner was ours or from nearby (minus the standard exemptions.) I dug some red potatoes and steamed slices until just tender. I browned guanciale with onion and garlic, and layered potatoes with the soffrito in the iron skillet, then poured in 8 eggs beaten with thyme and rosemary. Fixed on the stove, and finished in the oven, it perfumed the entire house. While it was baking, I steamed sliced black radishes then tossed them with olive oil and rice vinegar, and washed and spun a salad.
I’m not usually a big fan of eggs for dinner, and this meal was honestly better suited to a Summer lunch- but I made it because I could; with eggs in the fridge, everything else was ours, and I didn’t have to go to the store. And it worked out fine, and tasted good. But I’ve got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane, and with any luck I will find time in the coming days to work on some of these more interesting combinations. And make bread.