Eastside Road, Healdsburg, February 19, 2009
I WROTE ABOUT the pork loin day before yesterday; it was every bit as good tonight, cold, with some mostarda we were given a few months ago by a woman who unaccountably did not want it herself. And Lindsey quartered some small red potatoes we bought from a local garden yesterday and fried them in the half-demitasse of duck fat I'd saved from ten days ago. What else? Why, green salad.
Montepulciano d'Abruzzo, Pirovano, 2007