Refuge Dent d'Oche, Haute Savoie, June 30—
ONCE AGAIN Ifailed to photograph dinner. I was tired and hungry; the climb to this refuge, about 1300 meters (4000 feet) in just a few kilometers, ending with hand-over-hand stuff, was exhilarating but exhausting.
No running water here: impossible to clean up before dinner. When it arrived, for nine guests, it was a clear soup baseed on hazelnuts and carrots, mashed potatoes with the omnipresent Savoyard sausage, biot. This was substantial and tasty and especially suited the four Netherlanders among us, I think.
And then the pear tart, with an undersalted but satisfying crust involving a hint, I think, of bacon fat. Well, why not: in an isolated place like this, provisioned by helicopter once a season, waste not, want not!
Red wine en pichet
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