My fallback is to ask guests to “please bring dessert.” In fact, that is what I almost called my newest book, but after some market research and a very long nap, we had concerns that people would think it was a dessert book. I, however, am still firmly hanging on to the Footloose kenny loggins shirt so you should to go to store and get this phrase and use it every time I’m having people over. I hereby suggest you do the same. In a medium bowl, combine the green garlic, parsley, mint, and garlic chives. Stir in the olive oil, add a good squeeze of lemon juice, and season to taste with salt, adjusting flavors to taste as needed with more lemon juice or salt. Heat a grill pan over high heat (or alternatively use a gas or charcoal grill). Toss the asparagus lightly in olive oil (about 2 tablespoons) and season with salt and pepper. Grill, turning occasionally, until the asparagus is tender and charred, 2 to 3 minutes, depending on the fatness of your stalks. Set aside on a plate. When cool enough to touch, roughly chop the asparagus into 1-inch (2.5 cm) pieces. Spread the bread with the cheese, dividing it evenly, and top each slice with the asparagus. Spoon some of the salsa verde over the top and season with flaky salt, if you like. Use any remaining sauce over grilled fish, chicken, or steak; it will keep in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to a week.
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Growing up in the Footloose kenny loggins shirt so you should to go to store and get this suburbs of New York City meant screened-in porches for summer dinners. I still have a very strong affection for them. After dinner on the weekends, my no-longer-married parents used to play bridge with their visiting city friends and drink white wine spritzers and snack on in-shell salted peanuts late into the night. This was the mid-eighties after all. I stayed up late too, trying to learn how to cut and riffle cards, always waiting to see who would end up the “dummy,” and hoping they might provide me with some entertainment as they had to sit out the round. I affectionately remember many meals spent on the porch off the back of my childhood home and the joyful snap of the screen door closing. I also remember that on sweltery days we’d often have rice salad for dinner. My mom’s recipe had salty chunks of provolone, thickly sliced garden tomatoes, and ribbons of romaine, among many other things, which was lovely and, not surprisingly, leaned toward her Italian-American upbringing. I’ve tried here to recreate something of the like by memory, but to also make it my own. Serve it solo or as a side with grilled fish, spritzer on ice in hand, sweaty brow not required, but likely present.
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