ah, le printemps. the city has heaved a collective sigh of relief as the sun has come out and the temperature refuses to dip into a chill. in the morning, i join the smiling, happy runners on the flower-lined path by the hudson river who are at last freed from the confines of the gym. on the weekend, the streets are brimming with new yorkers strolling, dining, making out (it IS spring!), and playing with their children. at night after dinner, M and i love to take a long walk, which inevitably includes the high line, so we can gawk at the gorgeous view (i swear, it never gets old).
and now restaurant menus and farmers markets are bursting with fava beans, asparagus, and ramps. a delightful fava bean and pecorino salad at emporio. charred ramps and romesco sauce at colicchio and sons. at the farmer’s market, i scan stalls as if they’re selling jewels, appreciating each vegetable and fruit for its beauty and deliciousness. it’s simply a wonderful time to cook and take pleasure in food. i decided it was time to make pesto. —nadiact
1 1/3 cups
slivered almonds, toasted
bunch fresh basil, about 3 cups
parmesan, freshly grated
high quality olive oil, plus more to taste