As we always say, we only have two seasons here in the Caribbean: Summer and Hell; this time of year being Hell. Sunday was especially hot, causing a kind of heat induced stupor in us. Cooking in front of a stove was an impossible task, and so we went the pasta salad route for lunch.
To make up for our lack of domestic inspiration I decided to do the unthinkable: use one of my grandmother’s crystal bowls. Having heard during all my childhood not to touch them; using one for the first time almost made me feel guilty. Don’t worry abuela, I’ll take good care of them.