We pulled the table out to the garden
It’s amazing to think that I’ve had this blog long enough for readers to get to know the friends, family and characters in my life. So you’ll understand that when my friend Steve came to visit the District from Boston last weekend, I had to do something special.
I used to document Steve’s cooking mishaps and triumphs on The Grand International when we dormed together in college. And even three years after graduation, we still call each other to talk about food among other things, even if it’s just to say that we’ve been eating the same old pasta salad or baked chicken three weeks straight out of laziness.
We planned a menu based on the late spring season: broiled mustard and brown sugar-glazed salmon, a goat cheese tart with spring onions and thyme from my roommate’s window garden, a warm green bean and fresh tomato salad with balsamic vinaigrette, ciabatta bread with Irish butter and a homemade ice cream cake with a crust of vanilla wafers dipped in Marsala wine.
Take a look at the food:
Claire made a homemade tart shell; Andrew kneaded the dough and baked it
The finished plate.
