Eastside Road, June 25, 2016—
A MODIFIED REPEAT of dinner a week ago. It's Saturday; we went to the Farm Market in Healdsburg this morning, and there we found the flounder again.
Cook dredged it in flour tonight, as she did last week, and fried it in butter, in the black iron skillet. I think I've rarely tasted fish so fresh, so delicate, so delicious. I remember fish bought on the beach in Tahiti, fish that changes color an hour after being caught: this was that fresh.
With it, English peas, cooked simply; afterward, green salad, the vinaigrette made with lemon juice instead of the usual vinegar.
Rosé: La Ferme Julien, 2014