This evening, with the baby bears tucked up in bed and papa bear mid-flight from Bonn to Dublin, I cooked myself a delicious dinner and savoured every bite of it in delightful solitude. I normally do not like eating alone, preferring to discuss snippets of the day and let the time pass, linked by a series contented silences which demand no need to be filled.
Tonight however, was a rare treat, I ate alone with the rain slanting across each black window - it was all about the food and nothing about the day.
Baked field mushrooms with garlic and parsley served with crispy pork escalopes for one.
I could not resist the mushrooms in the vegetable shop yesterday, wide-eyed with velvety brown gills, meaty yet timid and vulnerable.
I baked them in a simple fashion, removing the stalk and replacing it with a knob of butter, a clump of fresh parsley, a dribble of red wine and topped with a handful of fresh bread crumbs. Baked for about 25 minutes at 170 degrees.
I soaked the flattened pork fillet in buttermilk and garlic for about 4 hours (the remainder will remain overnight until tomorrow). I then coated it in a mix of dried and fresh breadcrumbs, cayenne pepper, Parmesan cheese, sea salt and freshly ground black pepper. Fried for approximately 3 minutes each side I served it along side the baked mushrooms which I topped, for sheer indulgence, with a knob of gorgonzola.
I meticulously gathered and mopped up everything on the plate, leaving no evidence of food. The few dishes are done, our political embarrassment is over for another day and bed seems like a very good idea. I will see you for breakfast in the morning.