Nicoise perfection

I had a perfect day yesterday. It's finally mudluscious shoulder-baring, patio-sitting spring here... and I'm downright giddy.

Got up yesterday and marched purposefully to St. Lawrence market. Dropped $23 at every counter. Spent $30 on exotic vinegar (pomegranate champagne? really? how very Silver Palate/1985). Bought Good Fish. Marched home, humming with warmth, and literally could NOT prevent myself from hopping into real running shorts and a singlet and heading out into the sunshine.

Then, made a Perfect Salade Nicoise. F arrived for lunch (after an unbelievably busy week) and we seared two small perfect piece of yellow fin tuna to barely cooked. Drank half a bottle of a cold spritely chardonnay. Best lunch I've ever made, I think.

Had a lovely entangled relaxed afternoon to the beat of the crazy drummers (verdict: drummers quaint and amusing to walk by while eating an empanada, not so much as a permanent soundtrack right outside one's windows). Walked through the streets together to have a beer with a friend while listening to some jazz, let the warmth flow over us.

In just-spring, and the goat-footed balloon man whistles far and wee.