On Sunday, June 14th, un’offerta to summer in the form of a meal / its Controfferta in music
Original songs by Charles Lumar and Catherine Parry
Food and wine by Monica Diodati
A draft menu, pending what’s on offer at the farmer’s market:
Welcome spritz
Stone fruit, soft cheese, almonds for grazing
Crab panzanella with local greens and lemon vinaigrette
Warm house bread, heirloom tomatoes in olive oil
Zucchini and white bean with garlic, pecorino, herbs
Whole grilled fish (market dependent) with garden peppers and herbs
Summer berry galette, mascarpone ice cream, candied basil
Crisp white / chilled red / foraged flowers for the table
/ appendices /
“thank you zinnia, and gooseberry, rudbeckia
and pawpaw, Ashmead’s kernel, cockscomb
and scarlet runner, feverfew and lemonbalm;
thank you knitbone and sweetgrass and sunchoke
and false indigo whose petals stammered apart
by bumblebees good lord please give me a minute…
and moonglow and catkin and crookneck
and painted tongue and seedpod and johnny jump-up;
thank you what in us rackets glad
and what gladrackets us”
-Ross Gay, from Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run…”
-John Keats, from “To Autumn”
“the sweet season which makes warm the hills / And alters them afresh from white to green...”
-Dante Alighieri, from “Sestina of the Lady Pietra degli Scrovigni”
On Sunday, June 14th, un’offerta to summer in the form of a meal / its Controfferta in music
Original songs by Charles Lumar and Catherine Parry
Food and wine by Monica Diodati
A draft menu, pending what’s on offer at the farmer’s market:
Welcome spritz
Stone fruit, soft cheese, almonds for grazing
Crab panzanella with local greens and lemon vinaigrette
Warm house bread, heirloom tomatoes in olive oil
Zucchini and white bean with garlic, pecorino, herbs
Whole grilled fish (market dependent) with garden peppers and herbs
Summer berry galette, mascarpone ice cream, candied basil
Crisp white / chilled red / foraged flowers for the table
/ appendices /
“thank you zinnia, and gooseberry, rudbeckia
and pawpaw, Ashmead’s kernel, cockscomb
and scarlet runner, feverfew and lemonbalm;
thank you knitbone and sweetgrass and sunchoke
and false indigo whose petals stammered apart
by bumblebees good lord please give me a minute…
and moonglow and catkin and crookneck
and painted tongue and seedpod and johnny jump-up;
thank you what in us rackets glad
and what gladrackets us”
-Ross Gay, from Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run…”
-John Keats, from “To Autumn”
“the sweet season which makes warm the hills / And alters them afresh from white to green...”
-Dante Alighieri, from “Sestina of the Lady Pietra degli Scrovigni”
