I don't know whether this is old-fashioned ladies' lunch or some boundary-breaking new discovery that fills the void of El Bulli's closing.
Let's put it this way: it would satisfy either crowd.
It is embarrassingly summery. Sweet, savory. Filling, too. No mere ice pop here.
As soon as I tell you what it is (stalling for time,) you will not even need a recipe. That is, if you want to try this at home. Some of you more macho types will probably turn up your nose, although my live-in macho type liked it very much.
OK, I can't drag it out any longer.
It's cantaloupe chicken salad, with cucumbers, sweet onion, tiny smear of mayo with a dab of Dijon stirred in, salt, pepper and tarragon.
I know. That will either sound divine or squicky.
Take it or leave it. Fair warning, though: eat it and love it.