We are in a fog and this brings to mind not only the coast where I was born but a foggy London evening many years ago. We had just spent three weeks on a bus touring the UK and this was our last get together before everyone headed back home. Our soiree was at a pub; they had reserved the room above the pub for us. It was a wonderful evening as everyone traded addresses and stories. When it was time to leave, we gathered at the top of the stairs waiting for our cab but it was so foggy that we could barely make out the street below. In the hush of the fog we said our goodbyes again not wanting the London moment to end. But end it did in the toot of a horn from our cabbie.
My kitchen staff impressed me this evening with a hearty bowl of noodle soup, stewed tomatoes and lentils, and olive oil biscuits. I don't remember what we ate at our last pub dinner in London, but this was a great meal for a foggy night.