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You never read Jay McInerney.

There are no words

IMHO, only (or particularly) if your meat was too lean to start with.

Continuing the first world problem rant, supper last night was spam eggs Benedict. Again, quite acceptable. Currently en route home to a more complete larder.

You all speak of God’s country.

Reminded of an internet conversation in which two of us were looking forward to an upcoming meeting, I gave height and hair color. He responded with height and described hair as "skin colored".

Staying longer than planned in the country since weather is superb. Blue sky, no wind, mid-70s. But ran out of fresh proteins. So...Spam hash. Hey, it's really rather good, but then I've never met a hash I didn't like.

Just stumbled over this exhibit via PBS. Wow! Wish I could be there.

reReunion, the ex-husband (a professional) and adult daughter & family of our extraordinarily charming and accomplished hostess in Languedoc have lived in Reunion for over 20 years so I assume that there is a quite sophisticated French expat community.

American food mags have gone downhill appallingly. If you can read elementary French, like "menu French", you might look into 'SAVEURS" (unrelated to our SAVEUR) and "Cuisine et Vins de France". Both approachable while intelligent food and travel coverage.

Reminds me of the time at fromagerie Ferme St.Hubert when after making a decent purchase the salesperson offered us "very ripe Epoisses", offert. We declined, trying to get across that a full sized palpitating Epoisses and two people in a hotel room with time constraints was a sketchy proposition.

I remember making a special trip to the Abbey at Citeaux, southeast of Dijon. We brought a ripe Soumaintrain back to our chambre d'hote north of Beaune. I joyously told our hostess of our treasure and her response was, "I'm sure the housekeeper will be pleased." Oooops.

Then there's the sprog who looked at GW on the dollar bill and said, "There's Grandma Jess!" And damned if I'm not following in her footsteps. "SMILE!" "This IS my smile!"

If you can stay seated during "Hungry Eyes". you're dead.

Paralleling Delfina, and in my mind more interesting, is Piccino, in Dogpatch. I have had fabulous pastas, not an easy feat, sweet service.

Indeed. I'm always happy when someone takes a hackneyed classic and brings it up to date with fresh takes. FWIW, Le Voltaire, the very staid and expensive Paris "bistro" kept oeuf mayo at .90€on its menu until covid as a conceit/tip of hat to its history.

Lucky you! Was given the same line by a Paris waiter and then was served WAY overcooked rognons, aka inedible.

My husband has a catch-all response for stories like this one. "There's too much money out there."

Safety is a priority, as is stress reduction. Wishing the best for both of you.

Don't know why but I'm reminded of our son's response to a gaudy plastic hummingbird feeder we were given when he was maybe 4. I started to fill it but he cried out, "NO, NO! We don't want those kinds of birds!" The kind who'd delight in a $40 truffled martini.

She understood the difference between fashion and style.

Having followed Frechon from La Verriere, he's had a good run and deserves independence and time for pursuits closer to his heart.

Much closer to the "final distribution" than the rest of you, this weighs on my mind at every turn. Husband and I, each in our own genre, have accumulated much "stuff". Much our son and progeny have laid claim to, but maybe much more is in that category of "you gotta understand It's history". Listen up! There will be one hell of an estate sale!

My back was shot today, so husband manned the stove. -> Philly cheesesteaks. Perfect. Several orders of magnitude better than Pat's and a couple of others in Philly.

I think from Washington state, not around here.