Sunday, September 11, 2011

That sandwich again

Eastside Road, September 10, 2011—
AN OLD FRIEND VISITED today, as he does almost annually from his New York home, and we fed him on the patio, on the same sandwich we had two days ago on the deck up in Mendocino county. Well, not the exact same sandwich, of course; that had been completely consumed. But Lindsey reconstructed it, thus:
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Last night I grilled a tri-tip roast over grape cuttings, while Lindsey made a nice eggy potato salad. This morning we went to market, where we bought a cucumber, some ripe heirloom tomatoes, a red onion, and that small-leaf “Pluto” Greek basil that's so flavorful; and we swung by the Downtown Bakery for four Ciabatta rolls.

Lindsey sliced the steak and the vegetables, and set out a tube of that delicious Zaanse mayonnaise she always buys when we're in The Netherlands, and we each made our sandwich to order. It was so good we had another for dinner — with a couple of ears of corn as a first course, and a green salad, of course, and finally a bowl of raspberries.
Pouilly Fuissé, Louis Jadot, 2006 (soft, rich, light, authentic: thanks, John!)

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