Melon and strawberries

The house was quiet, as they were still asleep. No wonder, since it was Saturday. And even though the evening before was late (enjoying Justin Timberlake's concert), I could not sleep. Maybe because the excitement about the event less than 12 hours before was so significant, or perhaps because it was Saturday and that was a market day. I ate my breakfast and sat with a blank page in front of me, having not written a single dish I would make during this next week. I had a list of pastries and desserts, yet nothing on the side of a decent dinner plate. I opened the book of Elizabeth David and went through page by page. And, added one more dessert to my list. This one, in my version, though.