Friday, September 10, 2010

BLT (reprise)

Portland, September 10, 2010—
AT OUR AGE WE TAKE almost twelve hours to drive the six hundred miles up to Portland, and much of the way I seem to be a little hungry. Not surprising: the usual piece of toast with honey and two cappuccinos don't go that far. A couple or three prunes, a slice of bread, a chunk of nagelkaas for lunch along the way. A cup of surprisingly good olive-oil gelato and a decent cappuccino to break the trip at Ashland.

Finally we're in Portland, where I make a stiff Martini; then a BLT. Second one in a week, after months, years probably, without any. The others had had BLATs, inserting slices of avocado (not apple, as I'd at first feared) into the mix: but I'm not a revisionist. Well, except for substituting the last, the very last of Monday's aïoli for mayonnaise. (Lindsey, who wastes nothing, had brought along the little container of aïoli, no more than a teaspoonful of it.)

Afterward a nice plum upside-down cake. It's nice to be at Giovanna's house: she's among many other things a baker.
Blanc, then rouge de l'Herault, Domaine Gassac, 2008

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