It was in college. (I learned a lot of things in college.) My friend Peter gathered a few friends together and took us to a tapas restaurant in Old Pasadena. One of the tapas was roasted garlic with crostini. It was so simple. So brilliant. Why hadn't I thought of this myself?! Until then, garlic had been a spice, one thinly sliced clove here, a few crushed there. It seemed so indulgent to just eat it, straight up, by the head.
I felt the same way when I discovered garlic soup.
And then there are the potatoes. Have I mentioned my obsession with the purple ones? I'm convinced they're better for you than the garden variety. (To validate my claim, I did a little googling, and it seems they actually are.)
I realize she's a baker, but in my mind, Joy's savory meals are where it's at. At least until I'm ready for dessert.
No comments:
Post a Comment