Eastside Road, Healdsburg, March 21, 2009
YESTERDAY INCLUDED AN HOUR in the sun cracking walnuts, and I thought that today I'd be making pasta with walnut sauce, a dish of my dreams — one of those fantasies that seem so real, so familiar as facts rather than fantasies, that their appeal transcends desire, becomes rather the substance of lived experience.
Instead we had a perfectly fine substitute, the remains of our St. Patrick's Day dinner, including the remains of its bottles.
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