Le Hotel Hansen-Ragland

My house is a disaster. Instead of facing the piles and lists and dust bunnies, I run away every weekend to stay at a much nicer house. So far this technique has worked very well for me (except for the returning to my dump). This weekend I crashed at Stephanie and Alex’s fabulous new home in Decatur. Bonus: They fed me. Unbelievably well.
Stephanie took me to the farmer’s market. I really wanted to take pictures of its fabulous wares and the appealing variety of people there, but a vague sense of decorum stopped me. I did buy some fancy teas and bread and a whole bunch of key limes. Stephanie bought yellow-tail snapper and they cleaned it.
When we got back to the house, Stephanie made bruschetta and cantaloupe wrapped in prosciutto while she and Alex cooked supper.
Sheer genius. That way we could eat while cooking and enjoy the whole process, not growing impatient with hunger when the recipe calls for you to put ten cloves of garlic in water, bring it to a boil, pour out the water, add fresh water, bring to a boil again, then repeat a third time. The recipe was from a cookbook by a Michael Chiarello, I think, and involved the garlic, thyme, and asparagus cooked with the snapper.
I brought a valpolicella I’d bought at Gosford Wines. Now, I’m not much of a wine drinker, but this was fabulous, and I intend to buy more. It was Allegrini or some such. It’s almost as good as the bottles I bought in Verona. I intend to stock up on this. I’ll bring a bottle to whatever home I crash at next weekend. Any offers?

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2 Responses to Le Hotel Hansen-Ragland

  1. Stephanie H. says:

    I vote that you just spend every weekend at our house! Thanks so much for bringing the delicious wine–as well as your beautiful, fun, gracious self. We miss you already!

  2. Anne Marie says:

    You and your wine should come stay with me…except my house is kind of (BIGTIME) messy right now…

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