It was a warm day. It was a warm kitchen. I slipped the skins off the peaches after dipping them into the bubbling wine. Later I poached them in it. Then took them out while I reduced the white wine to a pink syrup with Thai basil leaves from the terrace.
The green tomatoes and onions and watercress were for a raw green soup, with a pile of purslane leaves, picked off the stems the night before
A chicken roasted in the oven, with preserved lemon and terrace thyme and parsley stuffed under its skin.
We debated staying indoors to eat, while we sipped the cold Champagne that our excellent friends had brought. The air was hot. But Deb and I reconnoitered the roof, which I had watered first, to cool it down. In case. We decided to stay.
Photo: Deborah Stein, aka Bonbon Oiseau
I handed everything up from the terrace, Jim and Vince hoisting. The old maple syrup bucket filled with ice and prosecco was heavy.
Men with coupes.