skip to Main Content

Early this morning we pulled a fat, hard-as-a-rock stewing hen out of our narrow freezer—we needed to make a little room. The bird defrosted in the sink, then into a pot it went along with white wine and a mirepoix to make a rich broth. This afternoon we ladled some into a pretty tureen (a gift from a friend),  floated cheese tortelloni in the warm golden brodo, and garnished it with a shower of grated parmigiano and a handful of parsley leaves. We set the orange rolling table for lunch then pushed it by the window to overlook the canal below. The ducks were swimming around in circles going crazy for each other. The chives in the flower boxes on the balcony are up six inches. Even on this cold blustery day, spring is right on schedule. Have a wonderful weekend, dear friends.

Back To Top