Sunday turned out to be cloudy all day, but we didn’t mind, and decided it was a good day to spend at home. I spent the entire day on the balcony reading, and David rented movies and watched TV. A wasted vacation day? We don’t think so. After all the hard work we’ve been doing on the house for the past several months, we appreciated a day with nothing at all to do. I cooked a nice breakfast of bacon and eggs with baguette toast and French butter, and for dinner I made another pasta dish with fresh arugula from the Rasta farm.
By Monday morning, I was ready to go again, and we headed to Orient after our usual yogurt and granola breakfast. We got caught behind a tour bus which slowed us down a bit, and by the time we got to Kakao, there was only one set of front row chairs left. On our first walk down the beach, we ran into Sue (LovesBeaches) and had a nice talk with her. As I was getting my breakfast bloody mary from GP, Julien saw me and we pantomimed a table reservation for lunch.
The sky was overcast most of the morning, and around noon a storm threatened; didn’t bring anything but a little wind, but everyone scurried into the restaurant. Good thing I had that reservation, because they were turning folks away. The special today was Veal Piccata, and it was delicious. When I make piccata, the veal is just lightly sautéed, and the sauce is nothing but white wine, capers, and lemon juice. This was completely different. The veal was lightly crusted and browned until crispy, and the sauce was much richer, made with (I think) a demi-glace. Soooo good, and of course accompanied by delicious veggies, including the best scalloped potatoes I ever eaten (definitely fresh nutmeg in them). A nice bottle of Sancerre completed the meal, and we were in heaven.
After lunch we walked some of the calories off, and headed home around four, running into heavy traffic right after we passed Grand Case. In Marigot we were stopped by Gendarmes, who only asked for license and registration. Apparently we look French, because both times we’ve been stopped in Marigot, they spoke French to us, and seemed surprised when David gives them that blank look and says “English?” In any event, after walking around the car talking to each other, they were satisfied that we were legal, and we drove on.
After a stop at Grand Marche for brie and grapes, we’re home watching the sunset from the balcony. OK, I’m watching where the sunset would be if it weren’t totally blocked by a rain cloud…….
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