But, Ted lives on in the memories of many, including our little group. Once again, we got together for dinner at my house to celebrate our friendship and to remember Ted.
Our little group of Mary Ann, Liz, Ray, Jim, and me always enjoy these get togethers.
We eat, we drink, we catch up on our lives, and we simply relax. Four of us were close longtime friends of Ted and one, Liz, never met him, but was a neighbor. Liz is the one who rescued the one of his two cats who survived the fire that destroyed Ted's house. We are a special group.
This year, we all shared in making the meal.
Liz brought some hors d'oeuvres (cranberry goat cheese log with baguette slices), Mary Ann made a salad (arugula, dried cherries, pecans, sherry vinaigrette), and Ray brought wines (very tasty Red and White).
I'm still reliving my cooking tour in Provence, so my hors d'oeuvres offering was the black olive tapenade and cheese sablés from my classes. And my soup and dessert were also from cooking class recipes.
Our main course was Mary Ann's salad, which I named "Salade Marianne," and Soupe au Pistou, a hearty vegetable soup with Pistou, a French version of pesto.
With much trepidation, I attempted the Red Wine Tart that I so enjoyed in Provence.
Amazingly, it came out perfectly. Before my cooking tour, I'd never even heard of a tart with a filling made with red wine. It looks like some kind of chocolate tart, until you take your first bite!! Truly amazing! And, I served it with Lavender Ice Cream. We did make lavender ice cream in Provence, but, since I don't have an ice cream maker, I have not considered trying to make it from scratch. As luck would have it, I've found Lavender Ice Cream at Whole Foods and it is outstanding and a perfect complement to the Red Wine Tart.
We laughed a lot and lingered at the table until close to midnight, enjoying the company and thanking Ted for bringing us together again and again.
Ted, we do miss you, but will never forget you.
And, for all the wonderful meals that you've prepared for us, we know, our gatherings at the table are a true tribute to you.