Some girls fall for jewels and bling. Some girls fall for gifts and whispered endearments. Some girls fall for security and nicety. I don’t need any of those things because I have found someone with whom to make supper.
To me this is just about one of the sexiest things in the world. Waking up from a disco nap at ten o’clock in the evening on a Saturday after a full day of walking the streets of L.A. in search of interesting architecture and scouring the fridge for something to eat.
Finding a huge steak of farmer market farm fresh salmon and making a snappy his and her meal.
His = Bruschetta made of French baguette slices perfectly toasted in arbequina olive oil and topped with raw salmon slices, diced beefsteak tomato and bits of artisanal salad greens from a local farm.
Hers = Broiled Tuscan-style salmon cooked perfectly for 15 minutes at 450 degrees, after rubbed with olive oil, basil, oregano, red bell pepper, garlic, thyme, fennel, black pepper and anise.
Capped off with a sassy little D’Acquoise cake for two from Bottega Louie.