Eastside Road, September 30,September 30, 2011—WHAT! NO BREAD for breakfast? Well, we can manage; Lindsey made waffle batter last night. This was the first waffle I've eaten in years. It was good: maybe I should make some adjustments in my daily routines.
A slice of very old, previously frozen bread, toasted, for lunch, with a pear. In the evening, a trip to our favorite local winery, Preston of Dry Creek, to pick up a six-pack (we belong to the Wine Club) and enjoy a glass of Viognier and a few slices of pizza. Lou Preston is one of the best bakers I know, specializing in bread and pizza doughs; his winery is also a fine supplier of fresh local organic produce and olive oil; put together all this says pizza. It doesn't hurt that he's also raising pigs now: parts of them get into the mix as well.
That didn't leave a lot of room for dinner, once we got home. I picked some chard; Lindsey cooked it up, and a little pasta with pesto from the other day, and a sliced green tomato; we'll have melon a little later. And tomorrow we've got to get a loaf of bread.
Viognier, Preston of Dry Creek, 2009 (delicious, deep, slippery)