Thursday, April 7, 2011
Today, late back in the hood after having stepped inadvertently onto the wrong train at Broadway Lafayette (WHAT was the J doing on the F platform???) and still lugging my heavy bag of pig cheeks and short ribs bought during an impulse-stop at Pino's (Ciao! Grazie mille! Arrivederla!) on Sullivan Street, where I'd been visiting a nearby roof garden that needs a new plan, I spied the full box of roots at Mr Lee's.
Vince is home tonight from Montreal and I had been planning onion soup - he has a cold, but now I have pig cheeks simmering, with lots of whole garlic cloves, onion, carrots, some Madeira, and I am making raw green sauce of herbs; and there will be a small bowl of finely grated horse radish which goes straight up your nose in an intoxicating wasabi heatwave.