Maybe what I love the most about Osaka is having the bright skies year round. That’s usually like. Now we are having a little age of shadows. It’s incredibly dark, rain, pollen, smog… But not everything is lost as flowers are lighting it up. I’m not eaten the rape blossoms too, just taking the colors as inspiration.
It’s simply steamed potatoes and a chervil vinaigrette.
Chervil, chili, onion, salt, pepper, olive oil, red wine vinegar. Pour on the cut hot potatoes. And eat !
Then bring bread… That’s the low quality baguette from the nearest supermarket. There is worse, I’m not so masochist. This one contain no weird additives, but that’s not crispy, not fluffy. I had to toast it.
Tomato on toast is good. But this is not the best.
This is magic. Saucer . To sauce ? Soaking the bread in sauce. It’s the greatest thing about tomato salad.
A bread sponge full of tomato juice and simple vinaigrette is a pure bliss. In France, if you are broke and you still want a restaurant meal, you go with your darling or a friend, and you order one salade de tomates for the two. Bread will be provided in infinite quantity for free so you can sauce together as long as you feel hungry… I remember a beach front restaurant owner really angry about it. The economy was gloom in the season, and that week, he had sold mostly tomato salads.
A cup of Bircher muesli as a dessert. That was too much. I didn’t finish all that, I kept some for dinner.