It is the day to celebrate bread. In the church of Norway the reading today is from when Jesus feeded more than 5000 people, using a few breads and fishes given him by a small boy. I gave thanks when I ate my bread for breakfast, and again just now when eating a piece of bread filled with braised leftovers for a simple lunch.
I am home alone today. My husband and youngest daughter are away for the week-end, our oldest daughter is with friends. She and I will go to an Italian restaurant downown for dinner later, but sitting here reading alot of colourful books about food I was tempted to make myself a hot dish for lunch. In the fridge I had some leftovers from the porkmeat and the cold potato salad I made Thursday night. I braised it with some fresh chopped garlic and leftovers of leek. A piece of homemade bread was also braised in olive oil and put on a plate which I got at a restaurant in Terracina a few years ago. The plate has the word THANKS written in a bouquet of different langauges.
A hot dish easy to make, delicious to eat, and I am ready to go back to my food books.