Hello! Hope everyone had a good weekend. Pierre and I went to visit his cousins and their two little boys in Connecticut. Two and half hours north on the Amtrak, we left the computer at home and turned our phones off. First priority: relaxation.
It’s important to get out of the city every now and then. Otherwise the speed and rush of things here will drive you crazy and insane. Perhaps a combination of both. We were gone for just two days but it seriously feels like we came back from a spa retreat. His cousins are amazing cooks and within the first few hours of our arrival we feasted on fingerling potatoes fried in duck fat, a light salad, and stunning côte de boeuf for four. There was a whole chocolate cake combining génoise, gavottes crumbled in nutella (will replicate this at home!), and chocolate mousse. And that was only lunch.
We drove to Fromage in Old Saybrook to pick out cheeses for dinner including a buttery Coupole and Stinking Bishop among many others. And then we stopped at Atlantic Seafood Market for a variety of oysters, monkfish, scallops, salmon, and shrimp while sampling cups of creamy haddock chowder. The scallops and shrimp was for dinner, simply seared – the main course to appetizers of raw oysters and warm buckwheat blinis (made from scratch!), fresh cream and smoked salmon. Cocktails too! I think we were all in heaven. Out of habit, we dine out/takeout/do delivery too often in the city – home cooked meals are rare and much appreciated treats.
The next morning, well rested (no sounds of drunken people yelling on the streets or cabs honking down Broadway) we had warm pancakes and baguettes with soft butter and jam. Hot tea? Yes please! A walk to the beach, rest and then lunch of monkfish and fried pancetta. Cheese plate and more of that divine chocolate cake to follow.
Fresh batch. Beats the cider doughnuts from Union Square Greenmarket which are often stale by the time farmers bring them down to the Greenmarket. We drove around the Mystic river and back to the house. One last late afternoon hour by the fireplace with that October issue of Food & Wine, and one more pot of genmaicha. A train ride back to NYC, and somehow…it’s Monday once again, surely much too fast.