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| Amy's pasta supper |
Thunder and rain
wakened me this morning about 7:30. I lay there and listened to a heavy
downpour, remembering that Jordan and Christian were having their furniture,
stored in a pod for a month, delivered at 8 a.m. Lingering in bed on a morning
like that is sheer pleasure, and it was close to nine before I got myself
going. I steered clear of the Burtons, didn’t figure it was a good scene. As it
turned out, Christian took Jacob to church to serve as an acolyte and Jordan
dealt with the movers.
Meanwhile I spent
the morning at my desk, alternately working and staring out the window at the
damp, wet world. What started as a stormy day turned into a slow, steady rain,
the kind good for our plants but not so much for moving furniture or keeping
dogs dry. Tonight the world is beginning to dry out but more rain is predicted
tomorrow.
As I get settled
in my cottage, I’m beginning to cook. I may become an unpaid advertisement for
Nu-Wave induction cooking. I have a burner—two but I only need one-and two
frying pans and one pot to cook on it. So far I’ve only used one skillet, but
Jordan cooked a lamb chop, and I scrambled some eggs and cooked a slider.
Burner heats quickly, you can control temperature easily, and the skillet is a
breeze to wash.
Saturday night I
hosted my first real happy hour—not just drop by for a drink. Served makings
for baguette sandwiches—ham and brie, smoked salmon and herbed cream cheese,
plus figs halved, topped with blue cheese, and drizzle with balsamic vinegar.
Forgot how much I like figs. So I’m edging back into the world of food, and one
of my semi-immediate plans is to sort a folder of recipes.
Having winnowed my
absolutely appalling collection of clipped recipes for the move, I’m already
beginning to rebuild it. One of my great pleasures is to read Bon Appetit or Southern Living and clip recipes I think I might cook. Sometimes
before I even add them to the collection, I sort, throwing away those I know I’ll
never cook. But who can resist cauliflower with curry butter?
Tonight no need to
cook. Amy Russell, one of my very favorites of Jordan’s friends, brought us
supper—a terrific pasta dish with tomatoes, artichoke hearts, spinach, all in a
creamy sauce. Delicious. Accompanied by a green salad with goat cheese and
dried cranberries. Who could ask for more? Then Amy went home and cooked an
entirely different meal for her family. Now that’s friendship above and beyond,
and I for one am most grateful.
