Friday Nov. 12
Tonight we had Lisa and John Sainsbury over for dinner, which we'd been meaning to do for a while. We snacked for a while on cashews, olives, Holt's own cornichons, and artichoke-goat cheese dip, while we discussed the many meetings we had had to crawl through to get where we were.
For dinner, we gave them the Roast Beef of Olde Canada, a giant chunk of rib marbled with lip-smackingly unctuous fat. Around it had been roasted the usual (but still unctuous) yellow potatoes, baby turnips, onions, and multicolored carrots - the purple ones actually turned black in the oven.
Dessert was cranberry-pecan biscotti baked by Holt, occasionally dipped into Cornelius Applejack - that is, Holt was, not the biscotti. And that's all we remember.
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