Eastside Road, Healdsburg, November 30, 2009—IT WAS INEVITABLE: to each Thanksgiving dinner, its subsequent turkey sandwich. I'm not complaining, not a bit.
We'd brought a loaf of Como bread home from the Downtown Bakery — it's our favorite sandwich bread. Just enough breast meat left on the bone, and just enough gravy left to warm up and soak the sandwich. As you see, there were still some of those roasted roots, too: I confess I find the parsnips daily less enchanting.
Green salad with shallot vinaigrette.
Syrah Sirah, Louis Preston, 2006