Our friends' stout, old country house is more in the mood of a cabin, really - burly rafters, massive stone hearth, a blaze of sunlight, last weekend at least, bouncing off the snow, flooding in through the low, eave-shaded windows.
It is tucked into a hillside in lower Berks County, in farm country between Huff's Church and Hereford, and for years it is where we've retreated in deep winter for a lazy afternoon feast (followed by a reanimating postprandial walk down the rural lanes).
The menu is not rigid. But if it veers one year, it always circles back the next to the specialty of the woman of the house - grand, steamy servings of cassoulet, followed by a green salad (dressed with oil and the finest sherry vinegar), and a dessert often supplied by a guest (in the most recent case, rote grutze mit vanillemilch, a German berry-and-cherry gelatin pudding that takes on a rustic elegance topped with sweetened vanilla-flavored milk).