I came back from the antique fairs sightly tattered. All I wanted to do was take a cool bath, have something to eat, and go to bed.
The moment I opened the refrigerator, I wanted to climb inside and shut the door. It was so wonderfully cool. Of course, I didn’t do it—but I did wish, for a moment, I were a corn on the cob so that I could hang out were i zzzcool.
Instead, I grabbed an eggplant, two handfuls of cherry tomatoes, some feta cheese, a couple of cloves of garlic, a handful of pine nuts, and some green beans.
I sliced the eggplant carefully, praying I wouldn’t slice a finger like I did last week. I drizzled both sides with olive oil and laid the slices in a baking dish. Then I chopped the cherry tomatoes and scattered them over the top, followed by the roughly chopped garlic. Another drizzle of olive oil, a handful of pine nuts, and, as always, salt and pepper made their appearance. Finally, I crumbled feta over everything and popped the dish into a 200°C oven.
While it baked, I steamed the green beans. I like them with a bit of crunch.
Then I dashed upstairs for a quick bath, washed my hair, came back down, and sat down to a lovely meal.
That’s the joy of cooking- a few fresh ingredients and can turn a meal into a comforting and delicious holiday.
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