FRIENDS ARE SOMETIMES reluctant to invite us over to dinner, which is a pity. It's understandable, of course: some of them know Lindsey was a professional chef; some of them know I maintain this blog. Still, it's a pity. There's no better way to spend an evening than in the kitchen, then at the table, relaxed, with friends, in their own home.
Last night, for example, we joined a couple of old friends in their home in the Dry Creek valley outside Healdsburg. They'd invited another couple, for us all to meet, and we sat outside on a small patio and drank wine and ate olives and bread and cheese and figs, and then moved inside and ate delicious marinated-then-braised chicken and mushrooms and little roasted potatoes and wax beans, and then went out for a stroll in the deepening twilight, and then returned for apple pie with cream…
Really, we live a fortunate life, and simple things are best…
☛RESTAURANTS VISITED, with information and rating: 2016 2015
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