Father's Day

J has been out of town working in Monterey since yesterday and is due home today. We're having his father, brother (and s/o) over for dinner later on tonight and so I've spent the entire day cooking my ass off. Well, not literally off, sadly, as it's still quite *there*.

Le Menu Du Jour

Lemon Marinated Olives
Crackers
Cucumber Spears
Toppings: Aritichoke Pesto, Tapenade, Hummus, Roasted Garlic
Spicy Spinach & Cheese Focaccia

Tonno e Fagioli
Casarecce con vongolé
Roman Bread with Rosemary

Lemon Tart with Nectarines, Peaches, and Macerated Bing Cherries
Pistachio Cookies

I was almost ambitious enough to make grilled polenta squares with Pecorino Romano, but, I QUIT. I made everything save for the focaccia. Five hours of cooking is enough. Let's crack open the wine. Anyone?

Oh, wine. Yes, I'm not supposed to be drinking that. But I cheated yesterday. A fellow IF came over and there was no way we were going to sit down for three hours and talk about our sorry states for that long without alcohol being involved. Not a chance. So we popped open a lovely Carneros rosé, plopped ourselves on the couch with a plate of crackers and chevre, and we went to town.

The scent of the rosemary bread is wafting thru the house...and with that, it's time to shower.