As I mentioned, Saturday night dinner quickly ballooned from two to eleven (my kind of party). I had planned to simply make a ratatouille and fresh mozzarella pizza for me and M. but with more guests comes more responsibility, so we added a second pizza: roasted CSA broccoli, goat gouda, fresh spinach, and the stash of boudin that we’ve had in the freezer since our last visit to Cochon Butcher. It was weird and pretty wonderful.
About that boudin: I didn’t bother to tell our guests that it’s blood sausage. I mean, it wasn’t like I was keeping the information from them — no one asked. They were too busy eating … pig’s blood (cue evil cackle)…
Nora, you’re welcome to trick me anytime. That meal, including the blood sausage, was damn tasty.



