All I could think of today was a spinach salad with pine nuts, feta, and olive oil. A little salt. Maybe pepper. It’s a variation on a classic, acid-less salad (vinegar or otherwise) introduced to me about a quarter of a century ago by my grandfather. Because when the olive oil is good enough, you don’t really need much else*.
So apparently I’m having seasonally inappropriate cravings. (Somebody call Barbara Kingsolver: Is there some kind of support group for this?)
Stuff like, say, squash. Stay tuned.