Saturday Lunch

It turns out that there is a fantastic fresh food market just across street from the music conservatory where A. has lessons and solfege class on Sat. am. The choice between roasted chicken and oysters fresh from the sea in Brittany was easy to make. We may just turn this into a weekly habit.

I thought it was Carson McCullough who only ate oysters and drank champagne, but it turns out that it was Isak Dineson (aka Karen Blixen.)  - two of my favorite authors. They once met, along with Marilyn Monroe: the elderly, anorexic aristocrat, the southern misfit, and the insecure actress, and the account of what took place makes for fine luncheon reading. 

Bonne appetit!