Photosynthetic effective disorder

Friends, I am not wearing socks. This is a pleasure so fantastic I can’t adequately describe it. The sun. The relative warmth. Rivers of melting winter everywhere. I am on cloud nine and have diagnosed myself with Photosynthetic Effective Disorder (PED). PED is closely related to but infinitely more welcome than End of Season Affective Disorder. I have been suffering from the latter for two weeks, but now? PED in the house! Yee-howdy!

Last night, I was determined to make a beautiful, three-course dinner for us and so did. Chicken with oregano, capers and garlic; the roasted carrot with blood-orange vinaigrette and cumin crème fraîche recipe that was in yesterday’s New York Times Magazine; and some couscous with blood orange olive oil. Bellissimo!

Roasted Carrots with Cumin, Blood Orange Vinaigrette and Crème Fraîche