Eastside Road, March 22, 2012—
BREAKFAST AT THE MOTEL this morning: a bowl of Raisin Bran, one of the few “dry cereals” I've ever particularly liked. (The others are Grape-Nuts, rarely found in motel buffets, and granola, invariably too sweet in the U.S., though often enough quite good in Benelux countries.) Then, after getting home, toast and cheese and fruit for lunch; and after sorting a month's mail, dinner.
Lindsey'd found a promising recipe somewhere involving cabbage, onions, and Corona beans, all braised for a long time in the oven. It sounded good, and smelled wonderful, but in the end she seemed dissatisfied with the result; and truth to tell I thought it lacked definition, and had a confused texture. Oh well: can't win them all.
Primitivo, Grifone, 2010
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