My dashing husband and I enjoyed the lovely sunchoke gratin (with a few potatoes thrown in for good measure) above and a side of broccoli for dinner. Why didn’t Ernest join us? Well, the thing took forever to cook. More than an hour when all was said and done.
In the meantime we all dug into some rye bread from Esther’s, a bit of snøfrisk, and a piece of smoked salmon that had been sitting around our fridge long enough. Ernest filled up on that, some carrot sticks, a few slices of cheddar cheese, and an apple. Oh, and as much of the crispy salmon skin my dashing husband toasted up when we finished the salmon as he could grab out of his father’s hands.
