A few years ago, I got a call from a guest who was about two hours away from coming to dinner. He’d called to tell me that he and his new wife had become vegetarian. Quite frankly, my initial impulse was to continue cooking the dinner I’d planned and let the two of them survive on the baked potatoes I was cooking. They were the only completely vegetarian item on the menu that night. I managed to control myself, eliminated the pancetta in the spinach and forgot the pie with its Crisco crust and served the berries for the filling all by their lonesome. Inside, I seethed.
Our Tour de France - A fabulous summer trip around France, including dining, antiquing, drinking & shopping in Normandy, the Lot, and Gers,
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