Happy Birthday, Julia Child!

In honor of Julia Child's birthday on Saturday, Don, Audrey, Jim and I had a celebratory dinner. Interspersed with helping Jaime prepare for her big move to New York City, and a good-bye barbecue at a friends, Jim and I teamed up to prepare two of my Dad's recipes, Risotto al Fresci Fungi and Tarte Tatin. Of course, with the kitchen in utter chaos (even more than usual), coupled with the facts that I should have done some prep work the night before (not realizing the Tarte Tatin pastry needed to chill for several hours) and that Jaime needed a ride to her barbecue, it made for some serious craziness with both Jim and I stirring frantically!

I am so grateful to my better half, who peeled and chopped apples, zested and juiced lemons, and stirred risotto. I could not have done it without him! He even ate some of the Tarte Tatin (as he said, he was invested in it!)

While preparing the tarte tatin pastry (which i stuffed in the freezer to *enhance* the chilling effect and then had to microwave to roll out!), I whipped up a blueberry buttermilk bundt cake (courtesy of http://www.epicurious.com/) for Jaime's barbecue, which smelled exquisite.

In the rush, I did not take a step in preparing the tarte tatin that I should have - my Dad specifically warned about drying the apples before using. As a consequence, the oven and much of the kitchen was covered with apple juice, and I was sucking out tremendous amounts of extra fluid with a turkey baster. I had serious, serious, doubts as to the success of the Tarte Tatin. Intrepidly, Jim and I forged on and drove to Somerville at the appointed time with the still steaming risotto and the just-out-of-the-oven-and-not-yet-inverted Tarte Tatin in the big old cast iron frying pan.

The chefs and chefesses calmed themselves with glasses of wine and a delicious swiss chard appetizer provided by the hosts, Don and Audrey.

Once so fortified, I girded my loins and went to attempt to invert the tarte. To my utter surprise and delight, it emerged intact and even somewhat attractive! (Later we would find it was tasty as well.)

Audrey and Don provided a lovely salade (as my dad would say), fresh green beans, and a beautiful (and succulent) pork sirloin "en croute" that the risotto accompanied.

A toast was made to Julia - long may she wave! And a good meal was had by all.

Going to Seed

A precursor to the coming harvest time is the start of going to seed (including bearing fruit.) Although some plants are still flowering, more than a few of our local plants are flaunting their productivity - seen on our most recent "pack walk!"

Restaurant Week Summer 2009

This year, we set our sights on Gaslight, a French bistro in the South End. We travelled across Boston to Harrison Ave, a recently gentrified area of the South End near the Theater district. Gaslight has abundant, FREE parking - in the South End that is like rubies! While real French bistros in France don't really resemble Gaslight (they are more like caves!) the decor was quite evocative of France in an earlier era. The food was very authentic, and a very nice touch was a loaf of hot french bread in a paper sleeve delivered to the table (sorry, no photo, consumed before the camera made it out of its neoprene nest!)

Ciel and Jaime ordered from the Restaurant Week menu, and I splurged for (what else?) l'escargots. Aside from my little arthropod friends, we feasted on heirloom tomato salad, striped bass (always a good local bet) and the ubiquitous French roast chicken - then dessert!

At one point in the feasting, someone at a neighboring table ordered some VERY stinky cheese. Jaime amused us all with her "oh dear god what died at the next table" face.

And for dessert, Jaime ordered a delicious chocolate mousse with perhaps one of the worst presentations in the history of the world. Any pet owner or parent will know exactly what we mean!

It did taste good, and the other desserts LOOKED good as well! We'll be heading back to Gaslight soon.

Birthday Bouquets

Another year older - it seems like time is a runaway freight train whistling down the tracks sometimes. Since my birthday was a few days before the first anniversary of my mother's death, I felt pretty subdued. I was grateful to friends and family for commemorative gifts (and in one case, an ode!)

A highlight was a lily and iris bouquet from Alex & Michael - and a dinner out at Tupelo with the Cambridge-ites (one soon to go off to the Big Apple and the next chapter of her life, another two to begin an exciting new chapter in their lives!)

I have to wonder what will happen in my next chapter? Sometimes I think it's like Harry Potter - the series is done, and I feel empty and flat - a little hard to enjoy the movies now. Time for re-invention!

In the meantime, life goes on, and there's still time to share a pedicure with the blooming Ciel, and photograph the flowers. . . .

The Dog(gie) Days of Summer

On weekends, our canine entertainment trail frequently leads to the nearby Harvard Divinity School, and the not so nearby, recently constructed Neville Manor park (which features a huge butterfly meadow and community gardens.) The weather this weekend, although gloomy, hot and humid, allowed for several weekend perambulations off and on.

Bonnie decided that the best way to cool down in the August heat was to lie in a large puddle left by the torrential rainstorms that interspersed our outings.

We discovered that the flowers of spring and early summer had given way to the flowers, berries and squash of late summer, heralding the harvest soon to come our way via the Farm School CSA (we're already getting squash and blueberries galore!) The echinecea (pink and orange flowers below) are over 6 feet tall!

Some of the flowers had visitors.

Bonnie gave the seal of approval on our last walk of the weekend with a big doggie grin. Little did she know it was back to work for the humans! :( At least work is air conditioned.