Sure, the intention was to make a little bit of good food. But we are increasingly falling for presentation as an appetizer.
Sometimes I'm afraid I'll fall victim to cute. I like little dishes, and I like little food.
But I'm safe. I don't buy little cute dishes unless they are rugged and useful, and that usually precludes pink, shiny, fluffy things. These small, cast-iron baking pans are my latest, best example. Macho! And petite.
Anyway, back to the food. Little root vegetables this time. Really little. Peeling the tiny carrots was like peeling a pencil. The rest are radishes, turnips, parsnips, bathed in a touch of oil and salt, and gently roasted until you can't stand it anymore!
Utterly adorable, methinks, and yet not airhead prissy. No frosting, no cheese curls, no chocolate jimmies. Just real, earthy, little food in real, earthy, little pots.
The problem was, there was too little.