It was a nearly perfect afternoon at the Sabine Farm today.
I had a friend over to enjoy a leisurely late lunch of trouts, a fennel au gratin, sweet corn with a little garish of roasted red peppers.
I prepared the trout on a bed of the fennel greens with slices of orange. For liquid I used fish stock, white wine and ginger.
It went into the 350F oven.
I made a sauce from the reduced cooking liquid which I rapidly cooked down with cream.
After, we had espresso and ice cold limoncello.
Birds and bees had lunch as well.
Blue Jay dines alone, as you can imagine.
And here… at a distance… is Mr. Bluebird.
I found another Robin in the act of pulling a worm. The other pics, however, didn’t come out well.
The bees are really at the apple blossoms.
Penjing had nothing to say to lunch, but rather enjoyed sunshine and lots of water. There were visitors, however.
A pair of scholars took some shade for a discussion, master and pupil.
As the shadows lengthened toward evening, some time in the chapel for vespers and rosary.
I look forward to the morrow.
The flag is ready to be hung in its accustomed place.