After experiencing a performance art piece in Portland, Maine, I was tired last night. It had been 98 degrees. The piece, by Kate Gilmore, in which five women walk up and down hot pink stairs for five hour segments is about women, obstacles, work and ups and downs. Knowing we would be leaving at dawn today, I stopped at Hannaford and picked up a salad roll for this morning’s breakfast. Why was I drawn to this roll that is a work of art itself? Why was I drawn to this roll that took time and care and skill to make?
INgredients Tapioca paper (tapioca, salt, water), avocado, cucumber, carrots, red cabbage, leaf lettuce; soy sauce for dipping