On this bleak and frigid January afternoon I sit in my office, staring out the window at the hard, frost-covered ground. At times winter in the Northeast can seem endless. One digit days and sub-zero nights. Plodding around in an ungainly puffy coat, thick mittens, fuzzy hat and thermal underwear, I feel like an ill-dressed Weeble. Unfortunately, unlike the toy of my youth, when I slip on a patch of sinister black ice, I wobble as well as fall down. While many of winter’s sufferers dream of white beaches and rum drinks, I yearn for the warm, healthful cuisine of the Mediterranean. For me nothing beats winter’s chill better than a steaming bowl of bouillabaisse or platter of grilled sardines. While I can’t drop everything and jet off to Marsaille or Sardinia tonight, I can invite some friends over for an evening of Mediterreanean delights. It’s a wonderful way to bring a little sunshine back into all of our lives. And what would Mediterranean night be without henna tattoos, shots of ouzo or, for the teetotalers, Turkish coffee? Not …