The Provence Parties
Well. Joe Montana pulled it off. He found Herbes de Provence at ... Safeway. I popped open the lid to finish up the tapenade and got a huge whiff of lavender, rosemary and tarragon. Brought back all those sunny days of exploring winding, crooked streets; the hills, the caves, the bulls, the horses; the vivid colors; and the smell of fresh food expertly prepared in a simple fashion. Oh, that Provence.
Our menu worked well for us and was a huge hit with our guests. We used place mats and plates for last night's run but anticipate we'll use the tablecloths tomorrow as we have a crowd coming. The Chows wonder if we can't rig up a table on sawhorses on the front porch and cover it with one of our new splendid Provencal tablecloths and fill the table with dishes, glasses and flowers. They think we can drag the chairs from around the house and garden to complete the table and then light a few candles. I think we'll put them along the window sills of the house. Could turn out just right. We gotta do our pork with cherries justice. We made the new grocery list and will peruse the garden for newly blooming roses. I like to have people over in batches and then put everything away and get back to digging in the dirt and reading. That's a life. Still no pictures. Just can't get any ones I like. Ignorance is bliss, I guess.
The 'Kan EWA