Leg of Lamb

I do much of my entertaining these days in the house that my parents bought more than fifty years ago on Martha’s Vineyard. Both the island and I have changed a great deal in those years, but the gingerbread cottage overlooking the tennis courts will always be family home to me: a place that houses memories of people loved, friends made, and great meals shared. Many of the friends still summer on the Vineyard, and I celebrate the beginning of each new holiday with a shared Bastille Day meal that has leg of lamb as its centerpiece. It’s my salute to memories of the past and friends of the present, and I try each year to include someone new as a look toward the future.