Meredith was searching the archives for photos of a very young Beau yesterday and picked up a photo album for 2012–the ones that Apple used to do so well.
We spent an enjoyable half-hour revisiting what turns out to have been an eventful year–Meredith’s 60th and my 70th.
New York, Chicago, Los Angeles!
My first cookbook, Delicious Dishes, was published; a revised and expanded version of my memoir, Making Poldark came out; then there was helping with the olive harvest in Tuscany, and seeing it pressed it for stupendous oil
Ten years ago!? Pas possible!
Next year: 70 and 80 loom! Chin up!
Continuing in that spirit revisiting our yesteryears, and this being serious courgette/zucchini season, this morning, I pulled out a couple of old favourites from the cookbook-laden shelves in the larder, hoping to rediscover lost gems to cook for supper this evening.
Marcella’s Kitchen often yields rich pickens out of left field.
A short section entitled sautéed zucchini offers four summer recipes using fresh, young courgettes with a choice of three herbs–or smoked bacon–as agents of taste.
Bingo!
I shall do the others later, as the harvest from our four plants continues–but tonight’s little dish will be sautéed zucchini with onion, thyme, olive oil and a little butter.
I fancy it–perhaps the only reason to cook something.
Marcella says in her memoir that she taught herself to cook in NYC after she married Victor, a naturalized Italian-American:
…there I was, having to feed a young, hard-working husband who could deal cheerfully with most of life’s ups and downs, but not with an indifferent meal.
Lucky Victor–how times have changed!
She says recalling how her grandmother’s cooking tasted and smelled, helped calm her nerves and guide her cooking.
It’s done when it smells done!
Imagine the young Marcella willing that Disney-like wisp of flavourful smoke from her Grandma’s Venetian stove to drift West across the ocean to her Manhattan kitchen–what a resource!
I must try it with Mother Molly’s recipe for stuffed marrow!
A young Bob Dylan once sang that his sixties girlfriend…
...got everything she needs, she’s an artist
She don’t look back…
Sure, but a touch of nostalgia can pass an idle half-hour–looking back over a busy year.
And nostalgia got Victor Hazan fed, and us an evening meal.
