Cranky and I are headed off for a coastal respite for a couple of days. It's a dog-friendly B&B, and we booked a cabin with a fireplace. No TV, no cell-phone reception... There is a computer for guests to check e-mail; I don't know if they'll let me hog it long enough to blog. (Heh! Hog-blogging! I've done that.) So I may be absent until Friday.
The funny thing is we're bringing all our food. Sure, there will be restaurants and diners and stuff, but we decided we'd just rather hole up and eat our own cooking.
Yesterday Cranky made a Crockpot Cassoulet, shown here in its cold, congealed persona. This is such an improvement on the lengthy, laborsome (?word?) oven-roasted version. Ours includes duck sausage, some of my homemade pork sausage, a leg of duck confit, gobs of duck fat, garlic, herbs, onion, a squizzle of tomato paste from a tube (what a godsend), and tons of perfect, fresh (though dried), plump Great Northern white beans from last summer's Tracy Dry Bean Festival. Oh, plus a smart splash of white wine, and it's thickened with fresh breadcrumbs.
We're also bringing an array of tapas. More about that later, if they prove at all bloggable.
You would not believe what we are piling into the car. Hot plate. Honey, tea, milk. A lemon (in case we find Dungeness crab). Wine. Radishes. Seaweed. Cheese. I think even a bag of Doritos (and more on that later, too... Do you have any idea how much they're charging for Doritos nowadays?).
For a two-day getaway? Blush.