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| pickled shrimp, corn cakes and peach chutney |
The dinner group I belong to had brunch this Sunday, on a front porch overlooking the Tennessee River. We're all great cooks, and each course was delightful. Brunch doesn't normally last four hours, but that's what ours did. Even a cloudburst couldn't dampen our enthusiasm!
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| salad of blueberries, peaches, arugula and corn |
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| My view down the table |
Peaches were not the theme, but was certainly a common thread. The theme was originally Faulkner and food, until we realized that Faulkner and Bourbon would be more accurate. We gave ourselves license to use our own favorite southern writer as inspiration, and to be our reading that accompanied our course. Faulkner, Welty, Styrone and someone whose name I didn't catch--how many glasses of champagne?--were the authors featured.
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| gazpacho of roasted tomatillos and tomatoes |
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| trout and peach salad |
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| peach trifle |
Our next meeting is in the late fall, our theme being Hemingway, which started out to be just "in Spain," but is now including our own favorite locale of his stories. I'm already thinking about A Moveable Feast for my inspiration.
Meanwhile, I'm weaving up a storm, and knitting some cloudbursts that I'll share next post!
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