Okay, now I am starting to freak out. Not a goodness I hope I don't forget to pack my toothpaste kind of freak out, but a real live genuine HOLY shit I hope I don't accidentally send one of my children to the wrong country kind of freak...
Of course I know that there are seasons for food but there are really only a few rules to which I steadfastly stick: Braised short ribs: only after Labor Day. Crawfish: late spring, early summer. Ratatouille: June to fall. And, of course, Gazpacho: Late summer. Throw in Heirloom...
It is no small feat to move a family of 5 from New Orleans to London for an entire summer each year. So, once we do it, I am not usually that keen to then leave the city, or even the neighborhood. I wait all year to...