All weekend here was grey, misty, and sunless. As I did the field walk, I felt sure that I would run into Daphne du Maurier who used to wander her beloved moors for hours.
Or, that I would run into the Hound of the Baskervilles.
It was that kind of weekend weather wise.
Otherwise, a surprise call from some friends who were driving up from Connecticut to bring their son back to school. We invited them to stop by for a late lunch. What to make?
I had been given Bunny Williams' An Affair with a House for Christmas and thought that the Portuguese Drunken Chicken sounded simple and delicious when I first read it. What better opportunity to try?
Just add candles and a splash of wine to combat the misty grey and all will be cozy and well.
But, oh no! No dessert on hand! While I chopped vegetables, Mr. Weston was dispatched to Trader Joe's and came back with this.
A perfect meal with friends prompted by the occasion rather than planned in advance.
| Read more about her moor wandering in this good book |
Or, that I would run into the Hound of the Baskervilles.
It was that kind of weekend weather wise.
Otherwise, a surprise call from some friends who were driving up from Connecticut to bring their son back to school. We invited them to stop by for a late lunch. What to make?
I had been given Bunny Williams' An Affair with a House for Christmas and thought that the Portuguese Drunken Chicken sounded simple and delicious when I first read it. What better opportunity to try?
| See page 126 Easy to make with all the ingredients readily in the house |
But, oh no! No dessert on hand! While I chopped vegetables, Mr. Weston was dispatched to Trader Joe's and came back with this.
| Made in France Proved to be pretty tasty |
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