last adven­tures of the summer

-- August 30th, 2007 --
hysterical society

Just being self­ish here with all these pho­tographs. I don’t want to for­get a thing.

A rau­cous din­ner party a cou­ple of evenings ago with our farmer friend Rol­lie, his wife Judy and two of their sons, Christo­pher and Todd. Young Rol­lie was oth­er­wise occu­pied (his fire­torn house per­haps, or demand­ing swarms of bees behind Han­nan Honey?), but we man­aged to talk over each other just the seven of us, all evening. And did we eat? I should say here: I have never before fed young farm­ers in August. Slightly elderly farm­ers in August yes, and slightly elderly farm­ers at Christ­mas and in Feb­ru­ary. But 20-something guys who’ve been up haul­ing hay since 3 in the morn­ing? Nope. I have never seen food dis­ap­pear so fast.

Joel’s Arti­choke Dip

Lil­lian Hell­mann Chicken

Scal­loped Corn

Tomato Moz­zarella Salad

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With this all I served sliced sweet pep­pers in all the col­ors: yel­low, red, orange and pur­ple. Con­fes­sion: I can’t stand green pep­pers. Why?…