Small Plates

Lunch with two friends from way back

Food from top, clockwise: Caprese salad; plate with Frommage de Affinois, salty green olives, Tuscan bean spread and pate; melon with proscuitto.

Food from top, clockwise: Caprese salad; plate with Frommage de Affinois, salty green olives, Tuscan bean spread and pate; melon with proscuitto.

My Portland State days are far behind me, and I’ve had a milestone birthday that I couldn’t imagine reaching. This week, however, I had a good reminder of days gone by when two friends from our undergraduate days came to lunch.

IMGP0069It’s not that I haven’t seen them at all since the late 1960s. We would periodically get together in the 1970s. Then the visits got pushed aside. Yes, we still exchanged Christmas cards through the decades, but we hadn’t met in person for years. That changed about two years ago, when Mary Lou and I became friends on Facebook, and we started to have lunch about six to eight times a year. Our friend Betty often joined us.

cropped-small-plates-blog.pngUsually we go to a restaurant. However, we’ve been to Mary Lou’s house, so it was time for me to serve lunch and show these pals where they’ve been sending Christmas cards for the past 35 years. And one more note: That’s iced tea, not Scotch, in case you’re wondering.

Here is the menu for a summer luncheon:

 

 

 

 

 

Janet Cleaveland

What happens when a retired journalist spends a lot more time in the kitchen than in past years? She tries new dishes and jumps at the chance to write a blog about food, family and good times. My kids are grown now, but I'll be looking back at how they learned to cook, what recipes my husband (the Intrepid One) and I are experimenting with, and how food and conversation make for happy times in the kitchen. I worked for The Columbian for 15 years as a copy editor and another 10 elsewhere, though I didn't start out as a journalist. I thought I wanted to teach English literature. My husband grew up in Clark County, and I've lived here since 1983. My kids have grown and left home. Like my husband of 46 years, our adopted chocolate Lab would never pass up a chance for a tasty meal.

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