If there’s anything that tastes like summer to me, it’s this cabbage pico de gallo. My parents made it for family gatherings growing up, and we’d all hang around the bowl the rest of the evening.
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This is the first in what I hope will be a semi-regular appearance of “Lusty Leftovers.” Leftovers that get us all hot and bothered. For those of us who want a night off cooking and for those who want some variety in life.
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I ran across Hetty McKinnon’s vegetarian sushi salad recipe recently and knew it was just the thing to stave off my cravings for Sushi Kappo Tamura. At least until it’s safe to visit.
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In July 2001, I went to India with a group from my high school. We held babies at one of Mother Teresa’s orphanages and played with kids in rural towns. I hesitate to bring up the trip because I’m embarrassed.
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In kindergarten, I must have drawn 100 rainbows. The cherry marker came first with an upside down U. Then orange and lemon and mint. Each line the width of the marker tip. Sometimes I puffed blueberry clouds around the rainbow’s ends. Sometimes I sheltered my stick family under its arch.
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Sometimes words bubble up in my chest. There’s a tingle. A pressure. Incomprehensible images flash across my eyes. Made more of feeling than light. And sometimes it’s hard to decipher what the words are trying to say.
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In seventh grade, I devised what I call my “plate of favorites” instead of a favorite food. It’s a magical dinner plate. A plate that expands to fit all my favorite foods. I can’t choose just one. But the other night, I might have eaten the best thing yet.
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