So, I've been trying to think about something that I could write about on a regular basis. I had a few thoughts about Top Ten Lists. I like it the idea, but I only have so many top tens in my life. I could talk about my kids, but who wants to hear about Zoe's antics and Philippe's poopy diapers. How about my Sunday nights? My Sunday night are sacred. It's the one night out of the week that I usually try and make an effort to make a nice meal for the man in my life. So, without further ado, here it is, my first of hopefully many Sunday Night Dinner posts!

This particular Sunday was no different from any other; the were kids acting like crack heads, Doug was wiped from being out late the night before, and me, well, I was just my usual crab nebula-ish self. The dinner on this particular evening was looming overhead. What should I make? What do we have to use? Doug had shown up with a flat of figs for me on Saturday, and I had some prosciutto in the fridge that was screaming to be used. Was a salad in order? Perhaps. We made a quick trip to Pete's Frootique, and I scored on a big piece of Bleu d'Auvergne cheese that was on sale, as well as a bottle of white wine vinegar that I needed to replace my last one. There were the dregs of a container of walnuts and in the freezer and some pears and greens that I picked up at the market the day before.

The answer was clear. A salad of figs, grilled prosciutto, julienned pears, Bleu d'Auvergne, walnuts and market greens was on the menu. A simple vinaigrette of honey, olive oil and the white wine vinegar rounded out the dish. I paired the salad with some grilled honey apricot bread and we had a winner of a dinner. Doug was as happy as a pig in shit, and I had manged to make something out of almost nothing.

(Starting with this post, I plan to have my weekly Sunday Night Dinners posted every Monday morning. If you have any suggestion as to what I should make, feel free to send me a note.)