silverrevolver

The mood of this blog is going to be a bit bi-polar, I predict it. I had one of those mental shock moments, (you know the sort) where as the future gets clearer and brighter you look over your shoulder and take a sock in the jaw from the guy you didn't notice was behind you. I realize how gone the past is, I will never have my much loved life in Portland back, or any sembance of it, that part of my life is over, and however happy I am, however bright the future is, one can't help being a bit sad.

"You know I dreamed about you....
for 29 years...
before I saw you..."


It's also strange that I won't live in America again for at least 3 years, I miss it, probably always will. It's only natural I suppose....

We're going skiing in the alps this weekend, I've never skied in my life and I have no snow pants, damp cold fun! I'm glad I have international coverage medical insurance, te few of you that have been lucky enough to meet me know what a clumsy boy I am. Soon I am making some of the most serious posh food of my life, and it's time for me to buckle down and write the menu, here, now.

Bouchon de terrine du foie, tartine de brioche, olives frites

Coquile Saint-Jaques poch en beurre clarifi, truffe noir, petit salad de legumes cru, beurre blanc du champange-oignion rouge, citron confit

Langoustine, pommes sucre, foie gras en torchon chauff, petite roquette, vinaigrette du fruits de mer rti, chips

Rougets de roche avec macaroni gratin "a la maison", fume du chorizo, emulsion de persil, moules beignets d'echallots

Caille rti en entire (ou margret du canette, je decide pas), pudding du pain avec fruits sec, blette saut, sauce foie gras, mouse de chou-fluer

tiramisu en trois chemins


This may happen in a week, but then I may wait for Dinah to arrive!