Cardinals, robins, chickadees, singing away – la, la, love it! Glorious weather these last few days, we could not have been luckier. Our weekend is over, the Levys have gone back to NYC, John’s back at work. Nathan is on spring break, spending the day with his Grammy Barb. Everyone is settling back into normal. Me? I’m happily wiped out. Putting the house back together today, perhaps finding some time to sit on the deck with a book. All good.
I’m just kicking myself that I didn’t take pictures at the Bat Mitzvah or here, at the party. Ridiculous, me of all people, as you know I photograph everything, including myself, all the damn time. I did take some random snaps on Friday night at least, and in one way or another thankfully got pictures of John’s family, including Nathan having a total blast with Allegra and Cameron. But no Suz or Kim, Rudy or Stu, Mary or Marge, Kathie or Jim T., no babies, not even the food (gasp!), none of my usual cast of characters.
Yesterday we all had Uncle Tom’s over-easy eggs for breakfast – yum. John partook heavily of leftovers later in the day. Now that I’m coming back down to Earth, here’s the Saturday party menu, and I’ll post the first couple of recipes (that I already have in Word, in comments, below). You’ll notice a couple of things I’ve already posted recipes for previously (couscous, cannellini and tuna) and items from our Friday night dinner, including lamb chops, salmon, and roasted potatoes.
New potato green bean salad
Couscous with raisins, pine nuts, feta, and mint
Cannellini and tuna salad
Sliced beef tenderloin with chopped tomato, herbs, and caramelized onions
Manchego cheese marinated with olive oil, orange rind and fresh rosemary
Artichoke and cheese toasts
Ham and cheese puff pastry palmiers
Toasts with fig, gorgonzola, and toasted walnuts
Toasts with truffle mousse pate and chives
Mon dieu, this day! It’s perfect. It’s been a tough one for me. Still in my pajamas, I took my fabulous new cookbook, La Bonne Cuisine de Madame E. Saint-Ange (the Original Companion for French Home Cooking), given to me this weekend by my father-in-law John, an amazing cook, onto the deck and into the sun for a thorough browsing. (Yes, that’s a Feminine Hijinx hat, I love it. My days of sunbathing are long past, sigh.) Made it officially mine by putting a greasy thumbprint on its cover, courtesy of popping a few Marcona almonds into my mouth on my way out the deck door. I’m hard on my cookbooks. The ones I use, not just read, have splatters, rips, and notes all over them. This book is most certainly destined for that state. What a read. Sort of MFK Fisher meets Julia Child – blunt, clever, funny, detailed. First printed in 1927, but still totally useful and relevant. Great gift! Merci!
Inspired by my new cookbook, I made soft, slowly scrambled eggs, with chives and creme fraiche, for dinner. Rich and so delicious. Along with a sort of salad Nicoise made from leftover potato and green bean salad, tossed with tuna. We had a late dinner, after luxuriously sitting on our (new) patio, by the (still covered) pool, in which we have yet to ever swim, just enjoying the setting sun, smell of spring, and balmy, 74-degree air. Sigh. What a night.