Wrong-sized food is fun
Two good friends of mine in college, Laura and Jenny, were teeny tiny girls, at least to my 5 foot 11 inch self. Barely 5’2″, and about 100 lbs each. I found it very entertaining when we got Sapporo beer in the huge cans and it would make them look extra small. Or when I discovered a bunch of years ago it also comes in teeny tiny cans, which make my husband Sam look like a giant.
Making soup with the teenyiest of white beans and the most huge of couscous is what I consider a good time, these days:
The beans and couscous were both from this great shop in Cambridge. Visiting my brother can be expensive. But who can resist those tiny beans?
We had some really good bread to go with it:
Some of the best I’ve made, but sadly I only have this recipe for you, what I do:
Make bit of dough with flour, water, touch of yeast. Let sit. Add more flour, more water, more yeast, a bit of sweetener and oil, knead. Let rise. Punch down. Chill until needed. Bring to room temp, shape, let double. Bake.
Some protein for the fish-eaters:
To quote Sam: mmmm what’d you put in that? oranges?
It was a dressing made of fresh figs, black olives, orange juice, grapefruit juice, zest from both, and capers. With chickpeas, smoked and poached salmon, cucumber, and romaine lettuce.
And this favorite SmugMug HQ dessert. Which many people think is the best thing they have put in their mouths: