November. The leaves were doing their thing outside and I wanted a dinner that was a little stubborn about it - tomatoes and feta and salmon, which is a plate I associate with August. Orzo pulled it all together. My husband said did we just go to Greece. We did not. But the kitchen smelled like a place with an olive tree for about an hour, and that was enough for a Monday.
Salmon over tomato-feta orzo
