Gale-force winds and torrential rain outside - if I hadn't seen it before, I'd worry for the survival of the garden (but since it happens every year at this time, then one can afford to be sanguine). Indoors, the combined aromas of pastry shells and a potato gratin
baking in the oven, a pear poaching gently in red wine (for the top of a tart for supper), and celery tops, diced and sautéeing in butter (to form part of a stuffing for ravioli). Two dogs sleep peac
efully on the floor, having exhausted themselves by energetic games with a tennis ball, up and down the hallways.
efully on the floor, having exhausted themselves by energetic games with a tennis ball, up and down the hallways. Life isn't all bad...
Tonight's dinner:
Ravioli, stuffed with Celery, served in a Parsley & Cream sauce.
Slices of Chicken Breast, in Lemon & Capers; Potato Gratin.
Tarts of Vanilla-poached Pear, on a brandy-flavoured Crème Patissière
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