A warm summer's night
Sep. 2nd, 2005 11:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeanvieveSo went to see Transporter 2 with Andro and give him his birthday present - a lovely rapier setup from Pennsic. I liked it better than the first one - no annoying females. The kid was great. And I never say that about kids in movies except for maybe Haley Joel Osment. However that's spelled.
But then we picked up Carrie, alone while Matt's at Burning Man, and went out to Pearl Street. I wanted to try L'Absinthe. And it was magnificent. They brought me something that wasn't Belle de Brier and much harsher, but with sharing we downed it. Appetizers were a leek/pear tart with a port wine reduction (a leitmotif for the evening, and going well with my recent pear dreams), and a crab, shrimp, crayfish ravioli in a wine/curry creme sauce.
Then a wild mushroom risotto with a port wine reduction drizzle, melted mozzarella, and parsely, with oysters rockafeller. They do their chardonnay addition at the end to finish the rice instead of earlier to flavour it, and I don't think they use as much of the reconstituted mushroom water as the intensity was much lower and more on the wine than the mushrooms. However, still very tasty. A cheese plate for dessert.
Result - we really need to finish our cookbook. Because we're *such* food snobs, we had a good time figuring out recipes from dinner. Okay, so I've started by writing down my favorite recipes to make for feasts, and told Carrie to do the same. Have to do two cookbooks - one with instructions on how to do mostly period multi course meals for over 50, and one with all the Tygershark recipes from the crew.
And then Carrie was telling how she was carefully stripping the apple twigs and branches from trimming her tree so she could use them to smoke salmon, and hadn't had a cigarette for over 50 days. And partly, she says, because of the time she smoked fish and I could taste without difficulty what wood she'd used and she could not. But taking apart tastes is something I'm pretty good at.
I would be so thin if I didn't love food and eating so much. A band played - Rue. Wonderful music - like Roo's band from Chocolate. Played one of the songs, even. A warm breeze blew in through the open restaurant door, ruffling our hair. The maitre'd/owner/whatever played the piano. All in all, must go there again. L'Absinthe on Walnut Street in Boulder. Well worth it, and not as overpriced as some.
But then we picked up Carrie, alone while Matt's at Burning Man, and went out to Pearl Street. I wanted to try L'Absinthe. And it was magnificent. They brought me something that wasn't Belle de Brier and much harsher, but with sharing we downed it. Appetizers were a leek/pear tart with a port wine reduction (a leitmotif for the evening, and going well with my recent pear dreams), and a crab, shrimp, crayfish ravioli in a wine/curry creme sauce.
Then a wild mushroom risotto with a port wine reduction drizzle, melted mozzarella, and parsely, with oysters rockafeller. They do their chardonnay addition at the end to finish the rice instead of earlier to flavour it, and I don't think they use as much of the reconstituted mushroom water as the intensity was much lower and more on the wine than the mushrooms. However, still very tasty. A cheese plate for dessert.
Result - we really need to finish our cookbook. Because we're *such* food snobs, we had a good time figuring out recipes from dinner. Okay, so I've started by writing down my favorite recipes to make for feasts, and told Carrie to do the same. Have to do two cookbooks - one with instructions on how to do mostly period multi course meals for over 50, and one with all the Tygershark recipes from the crew.
And then Carrie was telling how she was carefully stripping the apple twigs and branches from trimming her tree so she could use them to smoke salmon, and hadn't had a cigarette for over 50 days. And partly, she says, because of the time she smoked fish and I could taste without difficulty what wood she'd used and she could not. But taking apart tastes is something I'm pretty good at.
I would be so thin if I didn't love food and eating so much. A band played - Rue. Wonderful music - like Roo's band from Chocolate. Played one of the songs, even. A warm breeze blew in through the open restaurant door, ruffling our hair. The maitre'd/owner/whatever played the piano. All in all, must go there again. L'Absinthe on Walnut Street in Boulder. Well worth it, and not as overpriced as some.
