I forgot to sprinkle the lovage on the eggs until after I had taken the picture
The ramp fest continued into breakfast the next morning.
The bacon and the eggs were from Millport Dairy Farm (the wonderful German-oriented produce of these Pennsylvania Amish folk reminds me more and more of the beautiful, rich Wisconsin dairy farms of the each of my parents’ families). The leeks were from Berried Treasures, the dried pepper was crushed Itria-Sirissi chilies (peperoncino di Sardegna intero from Buon Italia), the chopped lovage I later scattered over the eggs was from Two Guys from Woodbridge, and the toast was from a loaf of Eric Kayser’s demi-Vendôme (whose ingredients are, simply, de farine de froment, de levain, de germe de blé).
- the music (note: this was midday, on a Sunday), continuing our custom of listening to some form of liturgical music in the first hour(s) of the seventh day, was the ‘Les messes à teneur‘ [the tenor masses] of Guillaume Du Fay, performed by the ensemble, The Cut Circle.