My literary group met yesterday. We are reading Yeats these days.
I made supper for 9.
Some images (sorry… no long explanations. Busy day).
The Christmas Pudding!
I begin the broth for Tortellini in Brodo. It isn’t quiet enough to open the can of broth, is it?
Macerating little tomatoes and strawberries and garlic for the salad.
Making Brandy Butter for the Pudding.
One of the many wines for the meal, thanks to a participant.
Dry, aged. This is nice to work with, because there is less moisture in the meat.
Red wine sauce. It was almost a disaster, as a matter of fact, but with mystical powers I saved it.
The Pudding. I caved out the top and pour in hot brandy and was therefore able to turn out the lights and present it aflame.
Those are strawberries.
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Mmmmmm…..food envy.
Wow.
Was that wine sauce a reduction?
Wow, indeed! Looks wonderful. I can smell that steak cooking..mmmm. What went over the strawberries and tomatoes for dressing? I love those little tomatoes, we had some over the Christmas holidays and I couldn’t stop eating them. Thank you for sharing the sights of your fabulous-looking meal.
It looks delicious, Father.
I read selections from the complete collection of Yeats as part of my English curriculum last semester.
Looks wonderful!
Hey, one of those photos shows a contraption that looks suspiciously like a gas stove, with an oven. Glad you found an oven for this. Wishing you a permanent one easily accessed, if that isn’t the case yet.
It is SOOOOOOO sad that we can see and hear and even talk via the internet but we cannot (yet) smell or taste. Come on you engineers and computer geeks, figure it out!
I wish I had an establishment that would warrant a resident Abbé cum occasional cook, Father. You’d get the job pronto!
Wonderful. I am amazed how a dinner can look like it’s going south, and then, with a little choloric heat, it can bloom again.
Bravo!
I’m just jealous. I wish I could cook. Looks divine Father! ( no pun intended..) :)