I have been thinning the dwarf kale, which is as successful in germinating as it was last year, and last night we ate our first salad of the cool season crop, with fat fava bean leaves and a couple of pea shoots. They all seem to have grown very fast.
This morning was beautifully blue, the white clematis shining in the sunlight, the president's choppers thundering overhead yet again, this time to fetch him after his address to the United Nations.
Yesterday, after a day of editing photos (June's), I shot out into the neighbourhood and came back with ground sirloin and red wine (some for us, the better bottle for Estorbo's vet) and made a good but unorthodox Bolognese sauce. No onions, large, thin slices of carrot, and mushrooms, lots of terrace herbs. Red wine. I finished it in a hot oven for 30 minutes, which gave it a good, brown edge...While it was cooking I picked the greens, had half a drink on the roof, and watered the farm.
There have been worse evenings.
Wonderfully written; wonderfully lived.
ReplyDeleteI love reading your blog! thank you
ReplyDeleteI love reading your blog! thank you
ReplyDeleteThe president seems to spend more time flying over your house than over mine.
ReplyDeleteIs it the terrace herbs? The roof garden? Ah, it's the fig.
Give him a salute for me will you?
xo Jane
Love the outside light in the first two photos Marie... Made me smile on this rather grey English morning :)
ReplyDeleteLove the idea of finishing it off in the oven - will try it today, the boys love their bolognaise x
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