Last week I got to wear tights and boots and it made me so happy. I was ready for soup, candles and sweaters. This week, we're back to 90 degree weather, and light and easy sandwiches.
A few months ago, I made my first beet sandwich. It was pretty incredible and life-changing. I remember the night well. I was home alone. I was drinking rosé. I was really hungry, and devoured three sandwiches. Then the husband showed up, and I made him a sandwich (just one), he ate it, loved it, and we watched some Tres MTV together for like 10 minutes. Apparently, the husband remembers nothing of this night, definitely not the sandwich.
Last night, when I recreated this sandwich, using radicchio, like I had first intended, the husband was baffled and didn't do a good job concealing his dislike of this meal. I'm not sure if it was because the beets were red and not golden, or maybe he was home on time and not starving, but this dinner, didn't do it for him.
I on the other hand, loved my sandwich. The bitterness of the radicchio went well with the sweetness of the beets and balsamic vinegar. And the creamy goat cheese just brought all the flavors together. I drank some wine, watched Criminal Minds, and thought about how if I made this exact meal in a few months, the husband won't remember it again, and might like it.