Merguez

Eastside Road, Healdsburg, October 30, 2009—

I OFTEN FEEL GUILTY posting to this blog: we eat so much, so easily; others eat little or sometimes nothing. We drove down to Berkeley today listening to a woman talk about providing food once a week to poor people in Haiti. I stopped in at Summer Kitchen for lunch to go: a couscous salad, a potato-fines herbes salad, a muffaletta, a roast beef sandwich. We ate the sandwiches in the car, driving home in the afternoon.
Dinner tonight: after our Martini, the two Summer Kitchen salads (delicious and complex, as were the sandwiches), with some peppers à la greque (I hope they never end); then on to

a mixture of chard and kale from the garden, sautéed; delicious little Merguez sausages from Franco, and little potatoes sautéed slowly, slowly with whole unpeeled garlic cloves and rosemary and salt. Oh la la; this is eating. I'm sorry about the Haitians, and I just bought 35 meals for them online. (What we need is a way to do this automatically, rotating among Haitians and other people similarly in need.)

Tempranillo, Brick Kiln Cellars (Los Angeles), 1997; much better tonight.