December 6, 2011 § 16 Comments
The puppy is napping, after a wild squirrel chasing romp we just took in the arboretum behind our apartment. It’s gray and drizzly outside, the world has a muffled feeling, and I’m taking a quiet little break. There’s a pleasant empty stillness right now. It feels like a container for latent rejuvenating potential.
I feel as though I haven’t had that much to say lately. I mean, I could tell stories of the pup. About the number of times we trek up and down our three flights of stairs together so she can get out and I can watch her with a mix of admiration at how wondrous she obviously finds the world, and impatience because I can’t seem to let go of my own busybody agenda and feel my mind nagging at me to go back to my work.
I could tell you about the assortment of things she has hoovered up into her mouth. It reads like a bizarre post-apocalyptic still life: glass pieces, pottery shards, a screw, pinecones, styrofoam… I never quite noticed before how many little pieces of trash there are along the street. I could shock you with the story of how she seemed to think that she was an aerialist, or at least attached to some type of gliding device, and she leapt off of a 6 foot drop to crash on the sidewalk below.
May 2, 2010 § 1 Comment
“Wow,” I thought to myself as I set breakfast down on the table. “Did I just take up residence in Martha Stewart Living, or something?” Then I glanced over at the piles of paper on the edge of the table and the laundry that hadn’t yet been folded, and I knew I hadn’t. But, that didn’t change the fact that I had just made truffled potato pancakes and over easy eggs for breakfast, on a weekday, no less!
It all started because I somehow bought some truffle butter. This is what happens when it’s too long until the next farm share delivery, and I’m allowed to go by myself, unsupervised, to the grocery store to restock the kitchen after being gone for a while. I get awestruck by all the fancy specialty ingredients and every now and then I discover that I’ve bought something that I didn’t intend to buy, but that in the moment seemed eminently useful. I love the earthy, musky flavor of truffles, but in general they are way too fancy-pants for my style of cooking. I rarely go in for fancy and frilly (unless I’m at a nice restaurant and someone else is paying, hehe!). I’ve only bought a truffle product one other time before and that was because I read an article by the amazing and hilarious food writer Jeffrey Steingarten about a truffle sandwich that was the new rage in Haute Cuisine in Paris. That right there would normally signal “out of your league” to me, except that he described it in such darn engaging, drool-inducing language, and then he shared the recipe! I descended into some crazy, hazy truffle-desiring stupor that compelled me to empty the contents of my savings account and buy a truffle to shave on country bread, thickly slathered with butter, which was then wrapped and refrigerated overnight and grilled the next day. It tasted pretty much like buttery bread with truffle. Don’t get me wrong, it was good, but I didn’t ascend into some special circle of fungal heaven or anything.