Saturday 14 February, St. Valentine's
Clever of Canadian universities to have the break over Valentine's Day, which began with a recently discovered Linear B tablet from the Mycenaean palace of Theobromopolis and a lickable Valentine (wipe that smile and the chocolate off your face): calligraphy done in vegetable oil (though now I think about, egg white might have been even better) then dusted with cocoa and powered sugar.
Barbara had smuggled a couple of Antipasto's veal chops past the ever-vigilant US customs authorities by claiming to be some girl named G. Had. These were loin chops, like tiny T-bone steaks. So we pan seared them and set them on a little Vesuvius of braised fennel. Champagne. And then to welcome Barbara back to Cincinnati, Graeters. Cetera quis nescit?
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