In Anticipation

Today my favorite carnivore will be joining me for a weekend of food and companionship.  I can’t wait.

I should probably be cooking lunch for the two of us right now, especially since Matt has a habit of showing up early, ever since we ditched plane tickets in favor of a more local arrangement.  That sleek black car of his gets him here awfully fast, which means that he may show up any minute and start sniffing around for lunch, which I promised him.  I love cooking for that man.

But I couldn’t resist the chance to say hello and wish you all a very Good Friday.  It’s not often that I have the opportunity to do that, but I’m taking a three-day weekend and right now I feel like I’ve got all the time in the world.  It’s a nice feeling.

In honor of spring and sunshine, I’ve got a great lunch planned for today.  Big bowls of mint-laced split pea soup, spears of fresh asparagus, roasted to savory perfection, and slices of fresh mozzarella, sprinkled with garlic oil and Aleppo pepper.  It’s a Matt-inspired lunch: simple, a little decadent, savory, fresh.  There’s no dessert because he has the most peculiar sweet tooth I’ve ever encountered—most of the time, it’s absent—so I don’t bother.  Between the two of us, I’m the one with the sweet tooth.  He’d rather have another slice of cheese than a sweet, so I’m hoping an entire ball of mozzarella is enough!

My table and I are both decked out in pink and green, a pair of spring colors.  The clock is ticking and my soup pot is getting antsy to get things simmering.  My heart is pounding just a little harder than normal in anticipation of someone’s presence.  I am ready for him.

I’ll see you on Sunday, beautiful readers.  It’s going to be a good weekend!