Dinner with Ally and Dave

Friday June 27

One of our new colleagues, Ally, invited us over for dinner at her house. She and her husband Dave eat vegetarian (I think this is more accurate than "are vegetarian," as if it were a religion), of the piscivore sub-group (okay, maybe it IS a religion).

We sat out on their sunny patio watching the cat patrol his kingdom, while sipping a rosé and nibbling.

A refreshing chilled yogurt and cucumber soup started things off on the exact right note for a midsummer's meal. And the sourdough rolls were just the thing to mop up the last yummy drops.

We had brought along our last bottle of Chateau Igé (a Macon) that went very nicely with enormous and perfectly seared sea scallops on a bed of spinach.

The desert, I mean savory, I mean savoury, was a Canadian cheese plate with droozles of honey, raspberry jam, and quince preserves. See what we mean by blessed are the chesemakers?

Afterward, we, and the cat, lolled about in purring satisfaction.