Bill Evans, as usual: Right about everything, except for the dope. Just not the dope.
Yesterday, while walking the dogs on their fourth romp of the day, making our way down Lowell towards Brattle, I saw the first green shoots of 2013: Spring is near. And today, no snow, only rain, a downpour, to accompany the strips of bacon frying and the French toast challah on my plate. Needed to fuel the three mile run before noon.
Last night? Roasted chicken with a DeBragga bird. Tonight? Snert with chicken sausages. Tomorrow? Taping for Chronicle at the very wonderful Upstairs in the Square where Mary Catherine is holding court and Chef Susie Regis is cooking up a storm.
In other news, Sewasdee has my piece on sake and will soon have one on washoku. And speaking of Japan, yes, that’s right, a publisher is interested in…Back of the House.