A dinner to suit myself

Delia left this morning for a four day trip to Washington DC with her Girl Scout trip (we took her to the airport at 5:45 a.m. Ouch.)

I stopped at the co-op for some fresh food because I wasn't prepared to face what was in the refrigerator. I bought fresh corn and the makings for a salad, and I'd intended to cook some bratwurst. But when I got home, Fiona reminded me in: it's Thursday, which is always the night that Rob goes out and has dinner with his best friend Mark. No point in cooking the corn for just Fiona and me; I wanted to share it all together.

I tentatively suggested the salad I had in mind to Fiona, and she wrinkled her nose dubiously. I tried to tempt her with a fig. She took one bite and threw it out. I told her I would just make a salad for myself, and she could get her own dinner.

This is what I made:



Salad of spinach leaves, peaches, black mission figs, avocados, red bell peppers, goat cheese with honey. To drink, mock sangria (chardonnay mixed 1/2 and 1/2 with cranberry/raspberry juice).

It was lovely. And I didn't have to watch any members of my family turn up their noses at it as I ate it.

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( Cut to spare the uninterested )