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....is the Olive Oil decanter that the Brancolis brought with them when they arrived for dinner on Saturday. I know I ought to feel embarrassed by my past vocal praise for the identical item that sits on the dresser in the kitchen up in Brancoli - but when coveting your neighbour's ass can have quite such a positive outcome, it's difficult to regret having done so. The object itself stands a foot tall, and drizzles perfectly from a stopper held in place by its ground glass edges. I know it's considered a bad idea to keep oil inside clear glass - the effect of sunlight is supposed to denature it over time, which is why good oil always comes in green bottles - but the rate at which we consume it here leaves little opportunity for any de-naturing. And anyway, the decanter has now found its place on the glass shelves at the back of the kitchen, where no direct rays of sunlight ever penetrate, and any self-respecting vampire could feel perfectly at ease....
Along with the Brancolis came an American Godmother - as charming as she was energetic - just striking out on a grand tour of Europe to visit all of Rabbit's friends and relations that she'd accumulated over the past few dec
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Tonight's dinner:
Salad of Yellow & Red Peppers, with Capers and Anchovies.
Pork Loin, pot-roast with Radicchio de Treviso.
Peaches, stuffed with Almond & Chocolate.
1 comment:
Oh, you do paint a sumptuous picture with your words. I wish I could have been at that dinner party - for the conversation, the food, candlelight, wine and grappa. Those are lovely moments in life, and also part of your theory of coming together over food. (Also, I am half Swedish and have never made it to Sweden to enjoy its offerings. However, when I read or hear about it, it feels so familiar.)
The decanter is gorgeous!!!
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