This was just what I needed. Before the originator of this recipe could even try more than a forkful, I was off to the store to get the ingredients I needed. It just sounded perfect for a warm spring night like this to break in my new porch furniture.
I made Maura's not-your-mother's tuna salad: tuna, pesto, shells, scallions and roasted red peppers. I served it (to myself) on a bed of romain with a side of flatbread, warmed ever-so-perfectly using my quesadilla maker, which heretofor was known to me as having one, and only one function, that being to make quesadillas.
The dinner-for-one was underscored by - ironically, given the pleasantness of my solo dinner - The Shins' new album, Wincing the Night Away. Good stuff.