If you had to choose one meal* for the rest of your life, what would it be? I think the niçoise salad could do it for me. I skipped dinner with my folks tonight to grab coffee and start planning my drive back to Seattle. I didn’t make much progress on the planning part. I started thinking about food, and then my mom sent me a photo of what my folks ate. I decided to hold off on eating and wait until I got home.

I got home and headed straight for the kitchen. This salad was smack dab in the middle of the fridge. If someone had been behind me, they would have been reminded of the scenes in Pulp Fiction in which people opened the mysterious briefcase.


Niçoise Salad, Phoenix, January 2020.

Niçoise Salad, Phoenix, January 2020.

I set the salad on the counter, grabbed a bowl and a fork, and tucked in. I’m glad I was alone. My manners were nowhere to be found. I think good black olives are the key. If I chose this as my forever meal, I’d probably try to negotiate the occasional addition of anchovies or sardines. If I lost that round of negotiations, I’d be ok with that.

I’m glad the cookbook is blurry. I assumed my mom used that recipe, but I’m pretty sure this is her version. Maybe she should do a cookbook.

(Why the asterisk? I’ve just posted a photo of incredible food that I was lucky to have. I know some people went hungry tonight. I hope tomorrow gets better.)