Sunday, January 12, 2014
We traveled downstream yesterday afternoon, under the city covered in light rain, and up onto Broadway at 72nd Street. At Fairway I found blood oranges and sunflower shoots, and upland cress. We stopped at Zabar's on 81st and ate melted cheese sandwiches and then rode home again, carrying heavy bags across the muddy subway platform.
At home I sliced celery stalks thinly, and mixed them with chunks of a peeled apple that had not browned after five days in the fridge (it was labeled organic - is it true that only GM apples do not brown?). I tossed these in a dressing for a slaw: mayonnaise, vinegar, a little sugar and salt. I surrounded the heap of celery and apples with a moat of blood orange and filigreed it with greens over which I dripped a little of our neighbour's olive oil.