Paul painted the kitchen for my birthday. My birthday was three months ago, but I hemmed and hawed over colors and how daunting the job seemed (the silly-putty-hued paint on the trim and cabinets was peeling off in sheets like that nail polish popular in the eighties).
And then last weekend I just couldn't take it any more - the silly putty and the peeling - and so I ran to the hardware store. We sanded and slapped up some paint. It's not perfect, but it's so much lighter and brighter. Three days later with the paint dry and everything put away, I was just so excited by the light on my easy sandwich, that despite the fact that I had accidentally skipped breakfast and was absolutely famished, I ran and grabbed my camera. Here's what's in there -
good bun + aioli + slab of fried tofu drizzled with Bragg's (a la my friend Alana) + huge slice of beautiful yellow tomato + a few leaves of basil
So simple and so good.
Thanks for the kitchen, Paul. I love it.
Do you have an easy lunch you're digging right now?
