They’re everywhere, it seems, at least this weekend. We were fortunate to wine and dine repeatedly the last few days, and in grand style.
Bernadette invited us to her temporary aerie high above the city, where we ate like kings and queens and gazed down upon our kingdom, faithful dogs by our side.
Yesterday I finally saw Julia for the first time since her wedding. Mrs. Davis is still radiant a few months later, and she brought an album of stunning photos from the wedding. She also brought a few treasures from her honeymoon to Thailand. If you go, she says, don’t miss Phuket. She said it was beautiful! At the bottom of Julia’s bag of presents was a freshly-baked loaf of bread for the CE! Calorie ca-ching ca-ching but who could resist? Between us, I think Julia and I managed to sample pretty much everything on the menu at the Montecito Cafe, one of our favorite places for lunch. If you go, ask for Barbara, waitress extraordinaire. And, regardless of your waistline, order the Vanilla Semifreddo with Vanilla and Raspberry Sauce. Nothing like it anywhere.
Just a few hours later I am horrified and delighted to report that our family, including Granny, sat down to a sumptuous feast prepared by Victoria and her mother. These two French cooks completely outdid themselves. Chicken (CHICKEN!!????) Tangine – a recipe from the Eiffel Tower restarant cookbook I brought to them from Las Vegas -along with a lovely composed salad, and the piece de resistance (we worked on our pronunciations at length with our bilingual guests) was an apple tarte tatin. My only contribution was to open a bottle of Cain Concept cabernet – a 2006, I think, that was like an applause to this perfect meal. It was so much fun to sit with Victoria’s parents and learn more about their lives and home in France.
The only downside to all this eating, eating and more eating, is that I’m headed south to that great temple of shopping on Topanga Boulevard today, yet another dress size larger after this dining marathon. Ah well, what is the quote? Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we may all be fat? Au revoir for now!