Back to the blog, as Barbara just got home from Israel. (As the Caesarea girls would say, "Yaaaaaaay!")
That's usually the signal for Holt to make a big, non-kosher dish of pork for her welcome-home dinner ("festival of trafe"). But Barbara spent an intervening week in Greece, and our old friends Mary and Susan had already made sure that she enjoyed a whole lotta chirino, from whole roast pig to brizoles to loukaniko.
Still, the festal dinner had to start with some exquisite pig product: transparent slices of domestic prosciutto with some fragrant Indiana melon from the farmers' market, along with some sparkling French brut rosé as a celebratory toast.
The main course was luscious scallops with a sauce of our own (frozen) smoked tomatoes and lemon oil, inspired by this.
Dessert was fresh blackberries from the backyard of the Nice People at Findlay Market, plus Graeter's chocolate chip ice cream.
Such reunion dinners ALMOST make up for time spent apart. (No, not really. But they do taste fine.)
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