Good morning, dear readers.
I don't have a recipe for you this morning, so how about this: Let's go out. That's what Eli said to me a couple of Sundays ago before I even had the chance to glance in the direction of my office, let alone crack open a book. Intercepted by breakfast. Nice play.
We went to Sofra, a Middle Eastern cafe and bakery run by Chefs Maura Kilpatrick and Ana Sortun.
I have one foot out the door to New York this morning, so I must be brief. Suffice it to say, that unless you have an aversion to a perfectly cooked soft-boiled egg, you really must order the Turkish breakfast.
And if you have never tried drinking your rhubarb, with mint, over ice, allow me to offer you a sip.
Oh, and one more thing: a coconut macaroon for the road. They're a little crispy on the outside, and so moist on the inside that the coconut practically tumbles out.
And with that, I hit the road.
Happy Sunday, all!