Life at the Sabine Farm continues to be very good. A dear friend came for a couple days on the weekend. Monday another friend, a priest of Australia who lived in my residence in Rome for last year, came for an inspection, after having heard much of the Sabine Farm. It meets his approval. (He may never leave!)
The menu has been varied and ecclectic. Yesterday evening I made some elicoidali with fresh pesto, the basil for which came in abundance from the garden. It might have been the best pesto I have ever made. I have started using an olive oil press in California for my better oil and I got a HUGE bag of pignoli at, of all places, Sam’s Club. I was tempted to make trenette, but I resisted. This pesto dish was nicely accompanied by a sound white Bordeaux (Graves – which style I very much favor – I like the malolactic fermentation for chardonay without being subjected to too much oak – LORD! Will the California "Butter Bombs" NEVER end?). This pesto business was followed by cheeseburgers on the grill (buns buttered and grilled, of course) and sweet corn. I won’t tell you what we drank with these, because you simply wouldn’t believe it. Not having much around for dessert, we helped ourselves to raspberries on the bushes in the garden with some heavy cream.
For breakfast this morning after Mass I made scones. Lunch involved club sandwiches and cold beer.
You know… God gave us good things for our lives. Two people can take the same ingredients and make great food or lousy food. I don’t think it gives honor to God or shows him gratitude to make lousy food with the wonderful things he provides.
Supper… well… fettucine were involved and some very sturdy oregano from the garden and fresh tomatoes, garlic, and hot peppers. Suffice to say that we fended off death by starvation for yet another day. A merlot from S. Australia barely held its own. Much of the evening was spent swapping clerical war stories and debating the various strengths and weaknesses of different ways of singing Gregorian Chant. Just men? Just women? Mixed? (NO!!) Solesmes style? Gueranger? Cardine? I have lots of CD’s so we had examples. We determined that Silos and Barroux were pretty good. During the meal itself, however, we spent in 50′s Rome with old recordings of Italian popular music from those halcyon years.
Cigars issued forth from the humidor and all was right with the world. There were no mosquitos and the sun sank beyond the tree lined West with the breezes soughing among the leaves.