Appetized, satisfied

I don't like to go out for dinner much by myself, so I sometimes splurge at Fausto's and eat well at home.

Today I got some cheese and crackers, and then a nice chicken entree from the hot case.

I got home and 8 o'clock or so I got the crackers out -- Margaret's Artisan Flatbread, garlic and herbs, about the size and thickness of a 10-EE insole and about a buck a cracker, for heaven's sake -- and a schmear from a nice wedge of smoked Rambol cheese, easy to spread at room temperature. I poured a tod of rainwater Madeira.

A bite. A chew. A taste of much smoke, much garlic. Bathe it all with a sip of the sweet raisin Madeira, m'dear. Oh, my. Best tastes I've had in a long time, even counting the confit at 915, which says a lot.

Another appetizer sounded just right, so I redid the cracker, cheese and wine.

All right, one more.

And the chicken went into the fridge for the night.