OK, this time it was several bags of peppers, tomatoes, white eggplant and zucchini from the farmers at the market stands around me. Lugging it all to my car, all I could think about was ratatouille. Whoo whee ratatouille! Hot sun, mistral winds, icy cold glasses of rosé, a half eaten bowl of spiced olives and the air scented with lavender. Except I’m not in Provence. I’m in Chicago and it’s cold and rainy. Well, a girl can dream can’t she?
STRESSCAKE 