Jeffrey Stepakoff Quote
She leaned over the basket again, taking in the mouthwatering aromas wafting out of it. Fried chicken? Oh, I'm thinking buttermilk fried chicken?Dylan was once again amused. How do you do that?I like food.You don't say.And I love Southern fried chicken. She tried to open the basket, and he tapped her hand jokingly.Sit, he said.And she did, crossing her legs and plopping down on the blanket.Opening the basket and playing waiter, Dylan began removing flatware and plates and red-checkered napkins, and then wrapped food. For lunch today in Chez Orchard de Pomme, we have some lovely cheese, made from the milk of my buddy Mike's goat Shelia. He removed the plastic wrap, which covered a small log of fresh white cheese on a small plate, and handed it to her.Grace put her nose to the cheese. It was heavenly. Oh, Shelia is my new best friend.It's good stuff. And we have some fresh chili corn bread. The corn, I think, is from Peter Lindsey's new crop, just cut out from the maze, which is right down this hill. He motioned with his head toward the field, and then he handed her a big loaf of the fresh corn bread wrapped loosely in wax paper.It's still warm! Delighted, she held it to her cheek.Then he pulled out a large oval Tupperware container. And, yes, we have Dolly's buttermilk fried chicken.Grace peeled open the top and smelled. Fabulous.It is!He also pulled out a mason jar of sourwood honey, a sack of pecans, and a couple of very cold bottles of a local mountain-brewed beer.
She leaned over the basket again, taking in the mouthwatering aromas wafting out of it. Fried chicken? Oh, I'm thinking buttermilk fried chicken?Dylan was once again amused. How do you do that?I like food.You don't say.And I love Southern fried chicken. She tried to open the basket, and he tapped her hand jokingly.Sit, he said.And she did, crossing her legs and plopping down on the blanket.Opening the basket and playing waiter, Dylan began removing flatware and plates and red-checkered napkins, and then wrapped food. For lunch today in Chez Orchard de Pomme, we have some lovely cheese, made from the milk of my buddy Mike's goat Shelia. He removed the plastic wrap, which covered a small log of fresh white cheese on a small plate, and handed it to her.Grace put her nose to the cheese. It was heavenly. Oh, Shelia is my new best friend.It's good stuff. And we have some fresh chili corn bread. The corn, I think, is from Peter Lindsey's new crop, just cut out from the maze, which is right down this hill. He motioned with his head toward the field, and then he handed her a big loaf of the fresh corn bread wrapped loosely in wax paper.It's still warm! Delighted, she held it to her cheek.Then he pulled out a large oval Tupperware container. And, yes, we have Dolly's buttermilk fried chicken.Grace peeled open the top and smelled. Fabulous.It is!He also pulled out a mason jar of sourwood honey, a sack of pecans, and a couple of very cold bottles of a local mountain-brewed beer.