September 13, 2012 § 17 Comments
Although fun and life-giving and joyful and love-filled right now, if I had to choose a single word to describe life these past two weeks (and thank goodness I don’t have to choose just one word – a world where you use only one word when you could spout off a string of five to ten would be a sad world indeed, far too Hemingway-ian for the verbose among us), it would be chaotic.
Totally chaotic. Connecting with old friends and nabbing as much quality time with family as possible on top of working on a dissertation on top of that ultimate relaxing free time activity of, ahem, starting a business, turns out not to be a recipe for order and quiet. We did expect this, but you never fully appreciate these things until you’re in the middle of them.
But I love it! We love it! We love everyone here. So far so amazing. We even had a chance to ride around on The Lake and under the Aerial Lift Bridge on a decommissioned coast guard cutter owned by friends of friends, all in the name of settling in. That’s pretty darn cool. « Read the rest of this entry »
June 21, 2011 § 26 Comments
Is it just me, or does the advent of summer put you the mood for happy hour too? Potentially even a daily happy hour. There’s nothing wrong with that, right? 😉
I suppose that, technically, happy hours are called happy because of the inclusion of alcohol, but I think they’re happy in so many other ways. It’s a celebration of porches or patios! And evening breezes! And of the fact that you can laze about for an hour (or two) after work, enjoying some ridiculously buttery cheeses and crisp breads and a little glass of wine, and it will still be light out when you get around to dinner!
May 13, 2011 § 5 Comments
There is a little restaurant a quick stroll down the street from us that serves a ridiculous brunch on the weekends. You might be tipped off to the fact that they have some tricks up their sleeves when, come Saturday at 10am, you see the line of chipper people trailing out their door and down the sidewalk, drinking coffee and chatting as they wait for a table. Your suspicions would be further aroused by the amazing technicolor underwater scene painted across their bathroom walls. It’s ebullient, playful, borderline garish, but oh so enticing, just like their food.
They make waffles so large and airy you could raft them down a river (of maple syrup, at least), their pancakes piled with enough fruit to fill a decorative bowl on a coffee table, and they have been known to make a popover the size of your head and fill it to overflowing with creamy eggs, sausage, vegetables, and hollandaise. That last one is something I’ve been thinking about recreating at home, but I haven’t gotten to it yet. I think you might need to get a special permit to make popovers that big.
Their suppers, I’m afraid, don’t quite live up to their brunch standard. We’ve tried twice, giving it the benefit of the doubt, but both times the food was fine, but relatively uninspired. It had a couple things going for it anyway, though. One was the extreme and helpful frankness of the servers. All of our questions were answered fully and honestly, and then some. The crab cakes were fine, we were told, but they were more cake than crab. The burger was more worth getting, we were counseled. And the enchiladas, it was explained, would be good if what we were looking for was the extremely-gooey-cheesey type of Tex-Mex (Joel was, in fact).
The other thing the place had going for it was the vegetables. I get irked when I go to restaurants and all the more vegetables they provide you with are 3 elegantly plated green beans or a thimble-sized nest of micro-greens. This place was much more my style. That style being the, “why yes, my meal will consist of 2 servings each of 4 different vegetables perhaps drizzled with a delectable sauce, thank you,” style. Each dish came with a riot of seasonal veggies, a mountain of veggies, a jumble of veggies…
February 13, 2011 § 8 Comments
“Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love…” And here we have a whole holiday to celebrate it! Sort of. Valentine’s days have paraded by me through the years wearing many different colors, but I must admit that very rarely have they had that much to do with actual Love. I’m afraid Valentine’s day has more often been about the performance of the play that I had written in my head and entitled “Love.” Or love with a candy coating – usually one well suited to my age.
Remember the days of grade school, when Valentine’s Day was all about accumulating sweets and Valentine’s in your decorated cardboard shoebox? About worrying over which card to give to the boy you had a crush on, and about saving the best candies for your friends. It was all about lollipop love, innocent, simple, saccharine. As I grew, Valentine’s day became about boyfriends and dates. About melodramatically driving to the ridge to look at stars and receiving ridiculous bouquets of roses and baby’s breath. This was love en flambe, blazing but superficial, burning out quickly and leaving everyone unscathed (except, perhaps, a little caramelizing around the edges…).
Then with age came Valentine’s days with heartache. Regrets, mistakes made, opportunities missed, new love found. I coated love with bittersweet chocolate, mistaking the fear of losing love for Love itself.