I love Friday nights. So much promise of a wonderful weekend, you can smell the excitment building in the air.
You just know people are running out of office buildings, meeting friends, drinking too much, laughing their weekday sorrows away.
Friday nights are meant to be savored – the weekend might be as swell as you think but the anticipation is often more delicious than what you really get.
And so tonight, I celebrated with fresh figs.
I bought figs from the market, baked it with gorgonzola cheese and a honey balsamic sauce. It was lovey.
And Alberto came back and heated up his zucchini salmon pasta so we had that as well.
And of course, we needed to have some wine – what’s dinner without wine? A red and white bordeaux rounded up the dinner perfectly.