Thursday, June 30, 2011
After an afternoon and early evening of bustling activity on the terrace, the apartment filled with camera equipment, moved furniture, copious glasses of prosecco, the cat at last getting his 15 minutes of long-awaited fame, centre stage, everyone packed up, left and we carried a tray of leftovers and picnic to the roof for supper.
Chilled garlic scape soup (again)
Chicken breasts roasted with chopped bayberry leaves, lemon zest, black pepper and grated young garlic
Duck rillettes from Stinky
La Tur cheese
Now we must hold our collective breaths until early next spring, when I may crow about it less cryptically. Nicer people could not have shot, assisted, or directed. A really happy experience.