fish fritters; bread and gruyère; green bean and potato salad; roast turkey
NO PHOTOS YESTERDAY, and I'd meant to show you how Jacques Pépin had grated the garlic for his vinaigrette: the way his mother did, across the tines of a dinner fork, like this:
Then I smashed the salt into the garlic with the same fork, and covered it all with olive oil; the vinegar to go in later, just before blending it all with the fork and adding the lettuce leaves for salad.
I mentioned that we'd had leftovers. This was the end of the cicerchie soup; as delicious as ever.
Today it was the usual Sunday morning soft-boiled eggs and toast; then a quick trip to Laytonville to see a school play, and afterward supper at Paolo and Meadow's: locally foraged fish and wild turkey, not a prepossessing bird to see, but fine flavor and texture!
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