My apartment was awash in purple and green this weekend. The trend started innocently enough, with a plush bouquet from my favorite flower wholesaler, James Durr. In general, I feel that each bunch of flowers I pick up before my beloved peonies come into season is simply a placeholder, a facsimile of the real thing.
But this spray of lilac and green transcended the normal clutch of blooms that often sits on my kitchen table. It had charisma.
I suspect that it was through its sheer force of personality that a distinct purple and green theme began to spread throughout my apartment.
First it was the purple and green hued ramps that I sauteed with vinegar and capers to accompany my baked skate for a fresh from the greenmarket lunch.
It got progressively more intense with the purple pickled ramps that I made after lunch.
And then, at the highest end of the spectrum, my electric green ramp pesto (ramp tops, garlic, salt, olive oil, parmesan and almonds) that I whipped up (or rather the Cuisinart did) in the early evening.
There were of course a few very vocal deviants...
But then I always welcome rebels, particularly ones as enchanting as these.