A Quiet Sunday on the Hill

Sunday began quietly and cozily. Daniel went back to bed, and I, already into my second cappuccino, was ready for some action. Stove action, that is!

When Daniel awoke, I was deep into preparing "oeufs en meurette," or, poached eggs with red wine sauce. Only mine had a few twists (of course!). I added chanterelles and Burgundian truffles. (We have a steady supply of truffles during the season, due to Daniel's addiction to them!), and to the sauce, which typically has a bit of veal demiglace, I used both my homemade veal glace, as well as some chicken hearts. Mmmm. We had that with some of our friends late disgorged coastal bubbles...



I then proceeded to a hike in the rain. Hiking in the rain is incredibly thereapeutic. The pitter patter of rain on the leaves and ground, the dense clouds rolling through you (literally), and the sound of your shoes on wet dirt, enveloped me in solitude, and getting outside allowed me to "get inside." I made it to the garden, unnoticed, and like a ghost, made off with a handful of fresh radishes and a bulb of kohlrabi. They became a delicious crudite later, along with some Andante diary cow's milk cheese and crostini. We sipped on reisling as Daniel prepared dinner.



He had a hankering for osso bucco. So, in my Pommes Anna antique copper pan, he seared off and put in the oven three lovely veal shanks. Three hours later, we enjoyed them over Anson Mills creamy white polenta with a bottle of 2004 J Davies Cabernet, which was drinking like velvet.



And such is life.