Eastside Road, April 12, 2011—IN THE CONTINUING SAGA of freezer liberation, four sausages were discovered tonight, near the sour cherries picked last summer. Or was it summer before. Lindsey grilled these, the sausages I mean, under the broiler, and baked some potatoes, and cooked up a mess of leeks and carrots, a very favorite combination of mine, although she cuts them up crosswise whereas I, on the rare occasion that I cook, always slice them lengthwise. The results are different in texture, but either way they're delicious, and a little bit of butter doesn't hurt.
Barbera, Preston of Dry Creek, 2008 (mature, sober, savory)