The day of our big pig roast. Meet Rudolf (named in honor of Rudolf Steiner, the father of Biodynamics, if you want to know), a ninety-pound dressed pig who was the be the center of attention on this day.
And here's David with his five o'clock shadow--five in the morning, in this case.
Le Beurre Bordier, once hailed by many as the bestartisanalbutterin the world, found in "convenient" disposable plastic cups at a breakfast buffet. It's a fancy buffet at an exclusive resort in the South of France, mind you, but a buffet line just the same.
The proverbial grape vine has it that he found a big investor and is now ramping up his production, which would explain the sudden and nearly omnipresence of said butter in practically every gourmet corner of France.
Is this reason to be rejoice or depressed? I'm not entirely certain. What do you think?
Counting my blessings. Seven tomatoes, nine eggplants, eight Mani's mysterious peppers.
David sneaking home to surprise me. Cynthia putting three more gorgeous tomatoes into my already full garden basket.
What will I do with these? You mean besides being grateful? I'm thinking my friend Rena's Greek aubergine in tomato sauce. The recipe doesn't call for any chillies, but what would be the harm, you think?