In honor of the Paris Olympics, my recipe this month is French. With all the birthday parties in August, it’s the perfect dish to bring to potluck.
I stole this recipe from one of my best friends—a French neuroscientist at Berkeley who plays jazz piano. I had arrived at her place in the Berkeley Hills one early afternoon soon after we met for a day of music improvisation and philosophy. She welcomed me in and we soon meandered to the back patio where she brought a large bowl of fresh summer vegetables—cucumbers, green peppers, carrots with their stems, tomatoes, green onions, and more. In the center of the table she placed a dip that she called “anchoiade."
“Tres Provencal,” she said.
Tasting the dip on the fresh veggies sent revelations down from heaven. I could immediately feel the touch of her grand piano in my mind along with a couple new rhythms, even before she popped the bubbly. Oh what joy is life to be with true friends!
I knew what the dip was—it was an expanded version of tapenade. I rolled the flavors around in my mouth—sweet, salty, fruity, earthy, bright—the texture more crunchy and nutty than tapenade.
“Fantastic!” I said. The fact that we were about to improvise at the piano together could have juiced up the flavors. “What’s in it?” I asked.
"A Provencal will never tell her recipe for anchoiade,” she said with a uniquely French and historic smile.
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