We slept in quite late yesterday, slept the day away really. So we stumbled out into the sun for a while and wandered in and out of record stores, saw Peter Bjorn and John at Petsounds, then decided we were too lazy to enjoy the sun and went home to cook. And plant a Chia Obama. Saturdays are nice.
Tomato salad; it's not really a recipe. Just mix up some different sorts of tomatoes, feta, balsamic vinegar and olive oil, arugula, red onion and salt and pepper. In whatever quantities please you. The process might look something like this:
Music to cook by: Too Drunk to Fuck-Nouvelle Vague
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