Saturday, May 19, 2012

Grand aïoli

Aioli
Portland, Oregon, May 19, 2012—
THERE ARE FEW greater pleasures, perhaps none, than sitting at the dinner table with all the children and grandchildren and now, even, the great-granddaughter. Well, tonight not quite all; the boy was missing, and his wife and three children. But you can't have all of them every time; I'm not really complaining. There were a dozen of us at the table, and we celebrated with an aïoli. Eric made the titular sauce, with lots of garlic; Pavel grilled the meat; Thérèse fixed the vegetables; we all sat around, swapped stories, dandled the baby, and generally had a truly fine time.
Nero bastardo, among other things…

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