PASTA NIGHT ON ILE DU HAVRE AUBERT
I can't hear the waves beating the beach outside my door 'cause k.d. lang is letting loose on her latest album, reintarnation, which is actually a remastering of her old cowgirl favorites. Who can forget her torch and twang days?
Because we're traveling with Air Miles, Significant Other and I could not get seats on the same flight to Iles de la Madelaine. I've arrived first, opened up the beach house, laid in some provisions, and now am enjoying the windy and overcast view with k.d., a plate of pasta, and several glasses of cahors, a red wine from the region of France we still must visit.
Calorie-conscious readers will not want to know the details of the pasta I dished out. It is an old favorite of mine, about two cups of fettuccine, al dente, laced with a tablespoon of butter and generous shavings of parmigiano reggiano.
Allegedly, I'm loading up for the hour or more we'll put in on the beach tomorrow.
http://pages.videotron.com/boilo/
6:23:50 PM 
|
