Going Back for Seconds
In March, after a disappointing birthday dinner at The French Laundry, my sweetheart took me to The Dining Room at the Ritz-Carlton to see if it might restore my spirits. And how! We went again last week (why did we wait so long?), and I can happily report that it was every bit as sigh-worthy and toe-wriggling-ly delicious as the first time. Highlights: butter-poached lobster adorned with shelled peas and a vivid carrot-Szechuan reduction; a tender hunk of veal on a pillow of chanterelle-sweet corn risotto with a crispy sweetbread hat; the hot foie gras; the cheese cart. Ron Siegel, you’re the man.
Feeding My Morocco Fixation
Whenever I start daydreaming about Morocco, I go to My Marrakesh. The fabulously talented Maryam spells Marrakesh differently than I do (I use the ‘c’ spelling) but she LIVES there. She is building a guest house, which I have no doubt will be gorgeous, and which I hope to visit some day (she has peacocks!); perhaps I’ll alternate between here and Ksar Char-Bagh?
You Only Think You’re Committed To Saving the Planet
Yes, I’ve given up bottled water. Yes, I'm increasingly
incorporating more planet-friendly measures into my daily life. No, I
don't deserve a pat on the back... I'm not quite ready to toss out this common disposable paper product. This same lovely family has a great source for locally grown produce.