Back to the old ways

[muckefuck]

Here it is, your thousand words. Isn't it a thing of beauty? monshu also took an "after" picture but I'm rather ashamed to show how little was left, especially given that we were only four people. (One of the diners didn't have any, but this is compensated for by the fact that I cut off a piece to bring in to a coworker today before the shot was taken.) Only the fact that I was running late this morning prevented me from slicing off another hunk, devouring it with my cream tea, and calling that "breakfast".

The meal was lovely. Rather than the Cuban-Indian-Italian fusion of the previous night, this was more straightforwardly Inditalian: roast leg of lamb stuffed with figs and prosciutto accompanied by aloo dal masala and asparagus avec oeufs mimosa. (So despite all the fuss, ham and eggs for Easter after all.) And to wash it all down, a magnum of Sine Qua Non (sorry, can't remember the lot name offhand), which was exactly the kind of big beautiful red that monshu goes wild for.

Apart from my piggish behaviour at dessert, I managed to moderate myself such that I avoided post-prandial bloat and woke without a hangover. It would've been wonderful had it been mild enough for a head-clearing passeggiata, but by then it was already becoming the chill cloudy day that I woke up to this morning. Fortunately, we were able to fit in a stroll in the morning and admire the flowers in our neighbours' beds (although more, it must be said, for their efforts than for their achievements). Some squill, crocus, and glory-of-the-snow, but very little in the way of daffodils, tulips, or forsythia as of yet. Plus I made the mistake of looking at the Plants in Bloom page of the Missouri Botanical Garden--Rhodies! Cherries! Magnolias! Camelias, for Chrissakes! I just really hope it's not all over by the time of my visit in a month's time.

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[caprinus.livejournal.com]

That looks awesome.

Unlike the gelato with rutabaga I had this weekend.