[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid: November 29, 2016]
Time to get cooking, late November 2006. My daughter had just celebrated her sixth birthday, and Thanksgiving fell a few days later. I was cooking for about six or seven people.
A roast capon, then. Bigger than a chicken, smaller than a turkey, better than both.
Well, it is a chicken really (or a rooster), but grown grossly and deliciously fat following chemical sterilization. I've probably lost the vegetarians at this point, but I did accompany it with Indiana corn soofle, roast potatoes, chard, and a cranberry-red wine sauce. Ah, but there was bacon in the chard, giblets in the sauce, and some sausage stuffing too.
Preceded by a clam velouté, followed by cheeses and pumpkin pie with a Bourbon-cinnamon sauce. Bottles of Monastrell for the table.
A casual meal as a reward for the chef (me) the next day, at an Italian wine bar which had recently opened near Pegu Club. In fact, that's where we started, with a round of scallop sliders accompanying Rob Roys. At Bellavitae, bruschetti with chicken livers and Gorgonzola/honey, meat balls, grilled treviso with pancetta, gnocchi with prosciutto, and a shared pasta dish with porcini and more pancetta. From memory--as my diary is silent on the subject--the wine was a red from the Marche.
To cap the week, a return to San Domenico (white truffles were here):
Canneloni of baccalà
Steak tartare, white truffles
Venison, polenta, sautéed radicchio
And a 2001 Barolo to do the truffles and game justice.