Eastside Road, Healdsburg, June 28, 2009—
WELL, THAT'S NOT quite true; we had one meal: breakfast. Sunday breakfast: a three-minute egg and a small brioche with our morning cappuccinos. It's so nice to have a slubbery egg again, after a month in the Netherlands, where my only culinary complaint is the soft-boiled eggs, five minutes minimum.Hans: Ooh, how can you eat such slubbery eggs?
Perhaps "slubberij" is a legitimate Dutch adjective, though I somehow doubt it. It's the perfect description, of course. The right soft-boiled egg, for us, has a white that's still liquid. Congealed, but liquid. The salt merges into it better, and the toasted brioche, dipped into it… well, there are few greater pleasures…
Otherwise it was finger food standing up at a party down in Berkeley celebrating a friend's resignation from a difficult situation. Bill and Judy surrounded by hundreds of friends and admirers. UC Berkeley's Straw Hat Band. Taiko drummers. Accolades from farmers and chefs. (Even Lindsey gave a speech, a good one.) Cookies, sausage rolls, bread and cheese, lemonade, apple cider.
A Berkeley occasion, no doubt about it. The MC was a city councilman; the audience was poets and farmers, cooks and clerks. We were "celebrating" an unfortunate turn of events: Bill and Judy leaving the Monterey Market. Inconceivable. We'll see what happens next…
Oh: I completely forgot. After the party, a burrito and a beer at Picante. Rajas burrito, hearty and more than I could finish…
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