Tuesday, December 4, 2012


Eastside Road, December 4, 2012—
"AFTERSOUP," IS WHAT I mean by nasoep, a Dutch word I just made up — I've been trying to read a bit in that language. And how could yesterday's improvised chicken soup have been made better? Well, Lindsey knew how: by grating a bit of cheese over it. And that, with some crudités — raw carrot and celery — suffice, with a piece of bread, on this day that should have been a fast day, but we have to feed our colds.

Red table wine, "Guadagni," Preston of Dry Creek, 2011

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