Eastside Road, February 7, 2013—HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN, jiggety-jig, after more than twenty-four hours en route: tram, train, shuttle, airplane, shuttle, airplane, shuttle. And dinner at home, for the first time in a month.
Lindsey cooked a risotto and grilled a couple of sausages; I made a tossed green salad, with scallions tonight rather than the customary garlic. A bowl of applesauce for dessert. Nothing fancy: but how nice to eat at home again!
Red wine, L. Preston (Dry Creek), 2011