Mother's Table
My mother makes the best food
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New Years Eve! some cheese plates and a nice little tomato and Mozzarella di bufolla, but mini.
P.S.
I made all that :) not my mom, ah yeah
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Saterday November 19th 2011
Beef Stroganoff
yes, you wish you ate at my Mother’s Table.
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Friday the 18th of November 2011
Eggs Benedict
Yes, you wish you ate at my Mother’s Table.
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Monday November 14th 2011
A night when you come home, in the dark of the approaching winter, the ephemeral clouds of summer and the encroaching cold. Yet, as you enter the door, hang your coat, and scarf, a warm aroma wafts from a boiling pot, dragging you a haze it bring your nose up and straitens your body.
The smells of meats, of sauces and pasta fill the air. Soup on the table, warm and inviting. Veal on a bed of soft al dante pasta following and the warmth of much more than the food.
Yes, you wish you ate at my Mother’s Table.
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Sunday November 13th 2011
Sunday, a day of relaxing, or shopping… But food too! And going with the theme of relaxing, BBQ is in the mix today. Unfortunately, maybe the last one of the season. Luckily, this year the snow has held off a surpassingly long time, and a BBQ is possible on the 13th of november. Who sais Global Warming is bad?
A good chicken leg. A good, lemony, tasty tasty tasty tasty sauce and a flame grill with the all important hotspots; for what is a BBQ dad without his hotspots to complain about, if not a non-expert, contempt with sub-prime BBQing? After having marinated the poor, poor chickens killed for us to look at their delicious flesh, and devour it, they are rolled, softened, made tender and silky, and finally grilled on the BBQ, so carefully mapped by the BBQ connoisseur that is the BBQ dad we’ve come to love. And finally placed on our table for the shortest moment, fleeting as hands stroke, caress and stuff the chicken legs in mouths open and oozing with saliva, begging, clamoring for a morsel.
Yes, you wish you ate at my Mother’s Table.
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Saturday November 12th 2011
Weekends are always special at my house. My grand parents come for supper. Ah! They love it! It,s just like going to the restaurant… but free. And as far as I’m concerned, often better. Saturday, we had a special meal: “Coq-au-vin”. Yes, I can imagine your lips quivering with anticipation, as you gaze upon the photograph above and read this description. A tender delicately aged rooster, carefully chosen, and prepared by an attentional butcher. Brought home, placed in a bath of warm, bubbling, stew of intoxicating wines from afar, delicious vegetables picked from a garden, warmed by the fire. A chicken cooked slowly with the taste of generations. And finally served on a bed of, yes for real, bacon; finely chopped into slender and light pieces of tasty meat on which rest an even tastier piece of rooster, cooked to perfection and presented with mother’s love.
Yes, you wish you ate at my Mother’s Table.
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