potee.' It's a typically French dish of pork and vegetables. Last night's potee had three kinds of pork...two different sausages and big hunks of pork hocks cooked slowly for hours with white beans, carrots, and cabbage from Josi's garden. Served with a pungent horseradish moutade, it just melted in my mouth. Hunks of bread and red wine completed the main course. Dessert was a dense, dark chocolate cake and tarte tatin with a thin, flakey crust decorated by Patrick with a squirt of whipped cream. Of course, I had to try a sliver of each! While some sipped after dinner coffee, Josi brought out a big jar of homemade plums soaked in something alcoholic...vodka, perhaps? Mais, bien sur**...I'll try one! a plum and a spoonful of its eau de vie in a glass...the perfect way to end a meal!
And what did we talk about as dinner ended? The next party, of course! New Year's Eve, a catered bash for many at Josi and Patrick's. We picked the menu, selected the amuse-bouches, and sorted out the alcohol...champagne, of course, wine, vodka, whiskey. My guess is there will be another dinner before year's end, though. Look out world! Here comes the party girl.
**frequently used French phrase...'but, of course' must be said with 'French attitude' to be most effective.