Hot weather bleaches me. I crave salt.
Blood of Jupiter, lava over a dry Pompeii.
Pesto, pistachios, sea salt gems on crisp bread. Plums and briny tapenade swear allegiance to the Tasmanian blue, triple brie and Woodside ash coated chèvre.
Smoky salmon, capers, Eggs Benedict with peach colored flakes of salt from our fragile river, or gyoza in the rich treacly blackness of mushroom soy.
Thoughts of Dutch licorice eclipse the honey sweetness of Haigh's chocolate.
These are a few of my favourite things, but it is night and the fridge is unhelpful.
In emergency: I crack open a new jar and settle for toast =).