Spoil me rotten, friends. Throw as many cherry tomatoes, green peppers, and ears of corn at me as your heart pleases, make my refrigerator burst forth with plenty and abandon. Hate me, but yesterday I wanted nothing to do with Caprese salad-making, today I'm not even interested. All the ingredients are speaking loudly, yes cilantro AND parsley, already sure of my favorite but letting you sit on the sidelines and figure it out. Do it logically, like a psychologist who wanted to be a doctor would. Then talk wa-a-a-y too much while misreading a totally innocent fifteen year old's perceptions, try writing a historically accurate book about it, and then pretend to yourself that your shadow had
nothing to do with it, at all.
I went with
Mexican Tomato and Corn.
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