Just got back from C&P's. It was a wonderful, long weekend. We talked, cooked, drank great wine and smoked fine cigars.
View from the butterfly garden steps towards the Virginia fence that Paul and I put up last year. There are now heirloom apple trees planted across the fence.
On Friday evening, we had a simple meal of olive bread, smoked trout, olives, marinaded mushrooms, Batali hot coppa, sopresata, rosemary Manchego, Mountaineer cheese and Morbier cheese.
Saturday was spent running around Westminster picking up meats at Bullock's and wine tasting at Cranberry. We decided to keep it simple again for dinner and opted for the Bullock's hot Italian sausage, onions and peppers on rolls. That's it. And wine, of course. All done picnic style in the back yard.
The Italian sausage and peppers are to the right. I took advantage of having some cherry wood at hand, and decided to smoke some Comeaux's andouille and a couple of packs of Catalan butafara for future use. The andouille is now double smoked.
Carrie and Paul kick back after the meal!
Sunday was ever more relaxed. I did a breakfast of biscuits, bacon and scrambled eggs.
Have I mentioned that we napped a lot?
Well, dinner last night was great. I've been hankering after Paul's curry marinaded grilled chicken thighs. He grinds his own curry, mixes it into whole milk yogurt and marinades the chicken for about 3 hours.I grilled the chicken while Paul did a brown rice pilaf.
Chicken thighs going on the grill. That's real charcoal, kids. Not briquettes. Real charcoal. Also a mix of fresh cherry and hickory. God, I love to grill...
And there's the Yogurt Curry Chicken just before it comes off the grill. The pilaf had fresh-from-their-garden onions and cilantro, dried pears, peaches and apricots, mushrooms and cashews. We also did up a pineapple raita flavored with black mustard seed, garam masala and cilantro. That's good eatin'.
A lovely golden Guntrum Spätlese to go with the golden hour...
The golden hour is that magic time of dusk before the sun sets. It washes Avalon's valley with an amazing light that is melancholy and joyful all the same. The Lady and I feel the same way when we leave Avalon. Melancholy at leaving and joyful at the prospect of returning soon.
And it can never be too soon.