A Foodie Family
Riding in the car, we took a country drive, in order to go for a walk. Our family does stuff like that: drive to walk. It was close to 5:00 in the afternoon, the weather had turned cold and misty, a nice change from unseasonably hot. One son was ready to leave work, the other kids had finished school. I suggested that everyone needed to stretch their legs, dogs included.
A lovely walk, I’ll tell you about it sometime. But what interested us now was the fact that everyone was hungry. We brought along enough granola bars to satisfy and keep the ravenous locusts at bay for the present. So naturally, the conversation turned to food.
“How was your lunch?” we asked Petya, who had an office party and stayed there for lunch.
“Tiny finger sandwiches, the kind you would have for tea,” he replied.
“How many did you eat?” I wondered, knowing he could pack away plenty.
“They were passed on trays, very elegant, and I didn’t want to do anything inappropriate,” he explained. “Then one small piece of cake.”
“You know,” I remarked to Benedetto, “we need to make Coq au Vin-! We haven’t had that in a while.”
“Of course we have,” he replied.
“Like when?” I asked.
“The crock pot! Coq au Vin in a crock pot?!” I never realized that was what he called his crock pot concoction. “Only in America….”
“More like crackpot Coq au Vin,” Petya chimed in.
I love my foodie family. When we arrived home, they settled for Stuffed Chicken Breasts with Broccoli, along with Risi e Bisi. What can I say? We’re culinary eclectics.