Gorging the nights away
Did anyone NOT stuff their hole these past few days? I think not, and damn what fun it was.
We spent the holiday in the Virginia mountains with some friends who are as nutty about eating as we are. Some highlights? I got some incredibly briny, glorious oysters from our friend Ryan.
Ryan and his cousin resurrected their great-grandfather’s 100 acre farm a few years back and have returned the Rappahannock River and estuary to all its Crassostrea Virginica-producing glory. They were kind enough to send a sample pack of all the varieties they grow; most we ate raw but then threw the last dozen on the grill, just butter and hot sauce: wow. We chased these beauties with a fab pork and veal terrine that our host threw together…and what better to wash it all down with? An icy Cremant de Loire. I think I could eat this every day of my life and be very happy.
No turkey for us, we went prime rib and glory-b was it tasty.
We finished with the sweet duo of coconut cake and sweet potato pie. No photos of the desserts, as it had gotten late and muchmuch more fantastic wine was wasted on my over-indulged palate.
The rest of the week end consisted of filling every available moment with eating, really. I don’t know if it’s possible, but my clothes are noticeably tighter today.
Last night we had C’s family over for a non-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving meal, meaning no big production with the bird and it’s usual cohorts. Instead we made pizzas; as we wanted to involve all the kids as much as possible. Messy? of course. Slow? absolutely. Basically a big pain in the ass? no doubt. Fun? totally.
Heh, pizza parties for kids are the best. I almost did that this weekend, too, but we did a mega-stir fry instead.
Boy, everything sounds great. We really need to cook together again soon!