This morning I felt like spoiling Irene. So while Irene went to get fresh croissants at the bakery on top of the hill, I made oeufs de l'amour: very creamy soft scrambled eggs with caviar, assembled...
And so it begins. Or perhaps ends. It does seem to at least be the successful conclusion of a chapter. Today at noon Irene and I dropped off Colin Schwarting as he is shipping out to US Marine Corps...
Quick lunch: an Italianate variation on a Dutch uitsmijter. I cut slices out of the few days old boules of rosemary bread from That's Amore Italian Cafe. A layer of cream cheese, prosciutto, and eggs...
Tonight, after my awesome massage therapist's assault I needed bit to fast. Guy Devillier at That's Amore Italian Cafe posted today and tomorrow they had clams in pesto on linguine. So that for Irene...
