A Neighborly Salad

Part of what makes this feel like home is having my dear neighbors show up at my door with a fresh harvest of arugula – rucola in Italian – and radishes. I did have sweet people in Italy (over)feeding me, but the friendships and interconnections here in my Burien neighborhood, south of Seattle, make me feel more deeply rooted and appreciated.

Added to my neighbors are crab feeds, bike rides and brunches with family, and it makes it easy to say “There’s no place like home”.

For my lunch today I took the whole harvest of rucola, shaved the radishes, added some raspberries from my berry patch and some parmesan and fresh mozzarella bocconcini. I drizzled it all with a homemade roasted red pepper vinaigrette, Sicilian olive oil and crema balsamica.

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patru on July 11, 2011 at 5:42 PM

Yes, there’s no place like home. You can’t spend the night when you are in Italy. I can’t have you make me breakfast when you are in Italy. You can’t have my snickerdoodle cupcakes after a long bike ride with your brother and sis-in-law when you are in Italy….

That salad looks wonderful. YUM!

I love you!

Maureen on July 11, 2011 at 6:16 PM

WARM snickerdoodle cupcakes from having been sitting in the car, making the frosting all soft and gooey. Mmm. We earned those cupcakes!

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