My friend Janet and I do our level best to have lunch together once a week, and for a while our weekly lunch was all about the tartine. We would go across the street to Pain Quotidian where they have a lovely selection of tartines (and so far my spell-check has tried to change "tartine" to both "tartan" and "tartness," which makes me realize that the world needs more tartines in it. They are basically open-faced sandwiches, and technically they are supposed to have some kind of fancy spread on them. The ones we had were usually cold, but since we are still in the midst of The Long Winter, when I decided to make my own I went for warmth, in the form of cooked baby spinach laced with gruyere cheese and prosciutto.

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