My buddy Marc went to Italy and brought back all manner of Piedmontese goodies — and was generous enough to share his bounty with us one evening. (He also gave me a glorious jar of London peel-less blood orange marmalade!) We feasted on Campari sodas, prosciutto di Parma, donkey sausage, fresh pancetta, truffle butter, and some of the most tender, luscious ham I’ve ever had. There were some heavy Quebec players, too, like local fluke, cucumber salad, grilled zucchini, and summer melon from the market. Little Cosmo kept poking his head up to sneak views of the alluring tablescape. I’m such a sucker for beggars — he was given plenty of fish bits.
damn girl. can i come over for dinner?
anytime lady! : )
seriously. damn, girl. and my goodness, those melons are so delicious right now.
I KNOW! i’ve been buying a melon a day for the last week – i stick them in the fridge until they’re super cold and then devour. so sweet and fragrant!
Lessons of cooking from generetions seems to produice some results even on the other side of Atlantic ocean. You have to say something about the liquid which remains in the glasses around of the table at Marc’ s place. Did you
taste the one with basilic’s leaves ? Nicole did it allready and she likes it.