Monday July 9
This is pretty much the same as what we had on May 14, but we used four thighs instead of two breasts, we did have cognac, and the tomatoes were far better, farm-grown, from a stand at Findlay Market. When we complimented the farmer on his produce, he said, "WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" So we obligingly shouted how good his tomatoes were, in earshot of all his prospective customers. Barbara, following in her foremothers' footsteps, then asked him if he'd take fifty cents off the price for good publicity, but somehow he didn't hear that either, and she didn't mind.