It’s “summer“–though it felt more like March this weekend.
(“We had our summer in May,” said my egg supplier in the market early Saturday morning.)
It’s the busy season of guests–and the unexpected.
It was brighter Sunday morning and we took our visitors from Washington D.C., Irv and Iris, to Lautrec for lunch with two other friends.
Café Plum (charming bookstore/café, a touch of the Left Bank in Lautrec) was finding it a challenge being popular.
A table of twelve had just ordered when we arrived.
We waited twenty minutes, and then were told, politely, it would be another twenty if we wanted to eat!
The six of us decided a salad in the courtyard chez nous might be a better bet–though we might be chasing the sun.
Iris and I got back first.
“Shall I make a tomato salad?”
“Good idea,” I said.
Iris and Meredith had picked some of our tomatoes Saturday evening–five varieties–for a taste test.
Plenty were ripe, despite the weather. (Do they get tired of waiting for the sun and say to themselves: “time to go red?“.)
They cut them up in bite-size chunks and arranged them on a pretty plate with salt & olive oil for the sampling.
“Delicious!”– though some were sweeter than others.
Certainly good enough for a quickly improvised salad.
To go with the sweet tomatoes, Iris found black olives and buffalo mozzarella in the fridge, added some torn basil, thinly sliced red onion and sunflower seeds (dry roasted).
She dressed this good-looking mix with Tuscan olive oil (Liquid Gold) made by our friends, Keith & Helen.
We had it with tuna salad (A saucy tuna lunch for two), slices of melon and Parma ham, followed by local cheese.
We poured out more of our favourite everyday red– Gaillac’s Clément Termes and continued the animated chat.
Next time we go Café Plum we’ll make sure we pip “the party of twelve” to the post!