Portland, July 12—
TODAY IS MY FATHER'S 98th birthday (he's been dead 35 years now), and tomorrow is Rosie's sixteenth. We gathered at Rosie's, with her brother Jake, her parents Joe and Karen, her parents' friends Tony and Diane and their two kids, and Giovanna and Grace and Fran, and Lindsey and me, of course (or I wouldn't be writing this). It was a festive affair, beginning with a Martini (Champagne or white wine for some) and delicioushardboiled eggs with anchovies and almonds and fava-bean spread and such, and going on from there to flatiron steak and blanched carrots and fennel and beets and roquette with tapenade and aioli. These folks know how to eat. Birthday cake, of course.
Bandol, Domaine Tempier, 1998
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