This green & coral glory of a salad.
With these truffley, ashy, and sharp treasures procured from the cheesemonger’s cave of wonders on the Twijnstraat.
And the stone fruit, almost too pretty to eat.
In this secret garden, where we hold bottles of Hefeweizen to our flushed cheeks as dusk creeps down the walls.
Everything tastes so much better outside, doesn’t it?