Yesterday I was so anxious I got stuck in a bookshop. Then I came home, and made this: sticky-sweet-sour black rice, like a risotto falling through a black hole. And crisp silver salmon, only just seared. And it was all delicious. And things improved.
Outside it’s very dark, and this is the brightest, cleanest, newest supper. I’ve been reading a lot of Mary Poppins: I think she’d approve of how pink this dish is. Pink as lollipops, as Michael Banks would say- pink, purple, silver and gold. And very good for you, also.