Life at № 42
As usual, we couldn’t get the dogs all together and still for a Christmas card picture – so this year there are two. The boys were particularly disruptive, which meant at one point I lost my patience and raised my voice – only to get these looks:
Anyway, little dinner here at the house tonight. Giant turkey and all. I ordered one from the good butcher here in town (Patrick Mouret), and was feeling ever so pleased with myself. A bird from an organic farm, raised free blah, blah, blah. Obviously evidence that I’m a nice person, better than the average person. When it arrived yesterday and I saw the price (equivalent to 7 chickens), I thought at this price this better be a very rare endangered turkey. It’s been in brine since yesterday. The starter will be a soup version of Navarin de la Mer (with a generous glug of Oloroso sherry). The table is nearly set and this year I’m going with a strong blue tablecloth and napkins by De Witte Lietaer (fab quality, easy maintenance!) The blue looks best in dimmed lights. The glasses are pressed glass by La Rochère. Under-plates are Portuguese pewter.