Lindz and I spent the afternoon driving around the area where are house is located. It's exciting; it appears to be a good area with no prisons or artillery practice ranges. Now, it's dinner time.
We are drinking MacMurray pinot noir. Nice- a trifle earthier than the average pinot, with a hint of that desirable cola effervescence.
I am roasting chunks of potato with onion, oil, salt, pepper, and a dash of balsamic vinegar.
I am making focaccia (1/4 whole wheat)
Lindz made slaw (eggless, slightly spicy, light and crunchy)
I'm going to broil some salmon. It's marinating in the style of my great uncle Carl: equal parts bourbon, oil, and soy sauce.
Sunday, June 13, 2004
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