Eastside Road, April 26—
A DELICIOUS DINNER downstairs at Chez Panisse tonight, cod and smelt and duck and strawberries, but I'm too tired from driving all day (including a drive up through the fine Carrizo Plain) to write about it now; I'll update this tomorrow.[Next day:] Alas, I've misplaced the menu. But I recall having an amuse-gueule, cod rillettes nestling on a tender little endive leaf; then some beautifully deep-fried smelt, favas in the pod, and fava tendrils. The main attraction was duck, perfectly braised with plumped dried apricots; with it, a pilaf made of barley flavored with mint and small bok choy leaves. Dessert: Strawberry tiramisù sandwiched between and around small discs of, um, was it genoise?
Vermentino di Gallura, Sardegna, 2008; Bourgeuil, Catherine & Pierre Breton "franc de pied", 2007
3 comments:
Perhaps, in Purgatory, you're going to have to pay for all this indulgence. It is unhealthy to experience so much luxury without at least a little guilt.
Don't think we aren't aware of our luck. Well, luck and hard work; that's what got us here. We're very much aware of those not so lucky, no matter how hard they work; we think of them at table. But guilt, well, no, we're not keeping anything from anyone, in fact we try to help out — we have ways; this is no place to go into details.
Guilt always makes it taste better!
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