While eating a weird combination of out-of-season dishes at our still-piled-with-all-our-possessions dining room table was super-duper fun the other night, it was a bit of a relief to escape the house (with paint drying on the walls) and eat some supremely edible ultra-seasonal fare at someone else’s house last night. Grilled steak with roasted peppers, blanched green beans, tomato and mozzarella and basil, chilled sliced potatoes with creme fraiche. It’s H.O.T. in San Francisco this week and this dinner was perfect. Made all the more so because while we were standing around our hosts’ kitchen they casually handed us “magic eggs”– lightly poached in-the-shell concoctions served with creme fraiche and chives and balsamic vinegar (also in the shell), handed to us with napkins and tiny spoons. We ate the eggs and sipped rosé and my day of just trying to cover all the god damn walls with paint in unbearable heat (and our upstairs gets sauna-like when that Western sun starts baring down through the windows) slipped away.
Then Ernie was introduced to the magical world of jumping off the top of bunk beds. In case you ever want to try it he recommends “a cushion, a bean bag, and a thousand pillows” to help break the fall. It’s only fun until someone breaks an arm!
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