the first time i ate at prune, S insisted upon the radishes. they are such simple goodness. radish. butter. salt. i just finished gabrielle hamilton’s memoir, “blood, bones & butter.” G managed to get a signed copy and flew through hamilton’s honest story before passing it along to me. her portrayal of the restaurant industry is raw and gritty, her descriptions of food, of comfort and family stoic. i was struck by her steadfast point of view and could feel her appetite and hunger through every page. needless to say, i highly recommend buying this one.
in honor of prune (and summer vegetables…) i spent the afternoon sitting in the kitchen, hunched over the sunday times, eating radishes and sipping a frosty anchor steam.
