As I continue to mull over the purpose, significance, and point of this blog, you’ve probably noticed that I’ve been sparing you the usual vomitoria of half-baked polemics and expostulations. Last week, for example, I bored you with photographs of flowers. I’ll start this week with a photograph of my Sunday dinner:
That would be a grilled beef tenderloin steak with an herb butter on top. Also on the plate are roasted bell peppers, lightly steamed asparagus, and raw grape tomatoes. This was the second course – I opened the meal with a mushroom risotto (perhaps the finest I’ve ever made).