You are probably expecting something French, no? Non! Instead of cooking dinner I attended the opening of a show at Lane's gallery, Greenberg Van Doren.
It's called Introductions, and features the works of Tim Davis, Barry Ratoff, and Emi Avora. Following that was a lovely dinner at Augusto Arbizo's place. Agusto is a curator at Greenberg Van Doren. He has a gigantic kitchen -- I could do a cartwheel between the stove and the dishwasher. And he has a beautiful garden with purple hostas, sweet woodruff, standard roses, multiple seating areas, trees, and room to grill. While everyone snacked on hours d'ouvres of cheeses, artichokes, roasted peppers, and dips, I risked spoiling my appetite sampling one of his homemade double chocolate cookies. Dinner was grilled herb-crusted steak, pesto riso with a French feta (there's your Bastille Day), mixed greens with shaved Parmesan, and a salad of heirloom tomatoes and watermelon with balsamic vinegar, which I will definitely copy at least once this summer.
Riso, by the way, is a small pasta similar to orzo. Both are similar in size and shape to aborio rice.