Tuesday, July 6, 2010
We were shopping for guests when Shosh, in innocence and sensible expedience, threw a bag of pita chips, and another of some faux bruschetta, into the cart. I don't remember exactly what happened next, but I probably made a scene ('we're serving them what?!..).
Instead, a whole loaf of an artisanal-type bread broiled, drizzled with a peppery olive oil, rubbed with cut garlic, a handful of kosher salt strewn across the lot. Cut into broad fingers and stacked up next to a dish of hummous and crudite.