...and that's not all. It was a beautiful day. The sun streamed in through the French doors that lead out onto the terrace. It was my birthday.
After my walk with the dog, I stopped at the vegetable garden and cut myself a couple of dozen kale leaves for my lunch.
I washed the leaves and then sautéed them in olive oil with garlic and a pickled cayenne pepper that we grew last year. A touch of vinegar in the greens perks them up. They stay a little crunchy, but are tender. You feel virtuous eating kale.
It wasn't all we ate, of course. To go with the kale, Walt made me a batch of hushpuppies, which are deep-fried corn bread.
Oh, and there was also a pork roast — we get such good pork here in France. I'll skip talking about that right now. It was a memorable day for my 65th.