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Tonight we had a simple, even austere dinner. Fish soup, bream stewed with milk, a whole onion, and loads of white pepper. It is served in a wide-bottomed bowl. You put a boiled potato or two, mostly peeled, into the bowl, chop it up a bit, and shake more pepper and a little salt over everything. Afterwards, Bernie made us Irish coffees, and we talked about all the things we needed to do and some of the people in our lives. It was a perfect dinner, after all the roasts and takeaways and burgers of the last three weeks. I could eat like that until the spring returns.