Let's see now . . .

On a warm evening under the redwoods, I duly partook of the following:
a bowl of nicely-chilled gazpacho, a slice of frittata (bacon, onion,
asparagus, dandelion greens), barely steamed sugar snaps, and a hunk of
homemade /Pan Casero /(a California "rancho style" bread). Dessert??
Barb's Rhubarb Custard Cake, with whipped cream.

Spitz, emitting an unladylike burp
--
Mind the runner beans!

Downunder we are in the grip of winter... which makes a nice change!
But your post made me long for the warmer months to hurry up & arrive.

Last night had daughter and her BF for dinner (not literally) and as
she hasn't had roast beef in over six weeks (since she moved out) it
was her request that I cook a roast beef.
Discovered on Friday that we had a double booking - tickets to Die
Fledermaus starting at 7.30pm... gads... how does lunch sound Jess?
Fine! So long as I don't have to cook says she.
Started off with pumpkin soup - humoungous butternut pumpkin w/ sauted
onions & veg stock, pureed & served with a swirl of fresh cream,
liberal sprinkling of ground black pepper, sprig of Italian parsley &
warm crusty rolls.
She was grateful for the Litre of soup to take home & reheat too!
Followed 15 minutes later with roast beef (topside) smeared with
wholegrain mustard (after searing) and roasted to medium rare
perfection, roast potatoes, sweet potato (orange variety), more
butternut pumpkin, cauliflower, broccoli, brussels sprouts, Yorkshire
puddings & an unctiously luscious gravy!
Dessert was apple pie with shortcrust pastry - as it was a special
dinner for Jess didn't add my usual unsweetened pineapple pieces atop
the apple (which adds a very nice tang by the way) and vanilla ice
cream.
Also made an additional pie for her to take home & cook tonight or
Monday. She LOVES apple pie!
"Lunch" finished around 4pm. and all I can say is thank God for
dishwashers (of the mechanical variety)!!
We all felt replete... and in desperate need of a snooze but it wasn't
to be!
Die Fledermaus was excellent despite crappy reviews from local press.

LadyJane
--
"Never trust a skinny cook!"

Spitzmaus wrote:

> On a warm evening under the redwoods, I duly partook of the following: a
> bowl of nicely-chilled gazpacho, a slice of frittata (bacon, onion,
> asparagus, dandelion greens), barely steamed sugar snaps, and a hunk of
> homemade /Pan Casero /(a California "rancho style" bread). Dessert??
> Barb's Rhubarb Custard Cake, with whipped cream.

Looking at the Subject line, I expected apples to be prominently featured!

It all does sound very pleasant. I'm stuck at work for another six hours,
and I just had a snack of Teleme cheese, walnut bread, and 2 wonderfully-
ripe locally-grown Santa Rosa plums to hold me over.

Bob

Bob Terwilliger wrote:

> It all does sound very pleasant. I'm stuck at work for another six hours,
> and I just had a snack of Teleme cheese, walnut bread, and 2 wonderfully-
> ripe locally-grown Santa Rosa plums to hold me over.

Working on Saturday? (or Sunday?) how cruel....
Sounds as though you're doing it 'real' tough Bob.... errr...NOT!
A snack anyone would kill for more like!
Hope dinner comes up to your expectations!!!

LadyJane
--
"Never trust a skinny cook!"

In article >,
Spitzmaus > wrote:

> Let's see now . . .
>
> On a warm evening under the redwoods, I duly partook of the following:
> a bowl of nicely-chilled gazpacho, a slice of frittata (bacon, onion,
> asparagus, dandelion greens), barely steamed sugar snaps, and a hunk of
> homemade /Pan Casero /(a California "rancho style" bread). Dessert??
> Barb's Rhubarb Custard Cake, with whipped cream.
>
> Spitz, emitting an unladylike burp
> --
> Mind the runner beans!


Son of a . . . . . I must've missed the phone call invitation! Crap!
--
-Barb
<http://jamlady.eboard.com> Updated 7-10-06, Rob's Birthday Lunch
"If it's not worth doing to excess, it's not worth doing at all."

Melba's Jammin' sez:
> Son of a . . . . . I must've missed the phone call invitation! Crap!
>

Uh, er, I think your answering machine's broken . . . ;-)

Spitz
--
Mind the runner beans!