I have never liked this holiday. I could have spent time with family and shared my gloom. Instead, I am pacing through the evening, defying the thunder outside, with funny hors d'oeuvres plates.
Smoked salmon with scoops of Zabar's cream cheese and lox. Foie gras with black truffle butter. Pernil with lime. The last, portions chiselled from a vast pork shoulder.