April 24, 2012 § 8 Comments
I have a problem with, no, let me rephrase that, it’s not really a problem, but I have a predisposition toward collecting little scenes that I see during the day and immediately turning them into images or metaphors for something else. There’s nothing wrong with this at all, of course. In fact, it’s quite handy at times.
But, today I want to share three vignettes with you that I like so much, I’m refusing to let my brain get all allegorical with them, even though it would be easy enough to do so. I’m simply going to share them with you. And if you’d like to turn them into your own metaphors, by all means, go for it.
The first, I saw when I was running in the arboretum near our house this weekend. It was swarming with birders, like bees pacing busily about their hive. A group of them was standing a little ways back from a tall pine. Each person in the group had binoculars plastered to their eyes. They all peered upward, craning their necks, searching for something in the empty tree. Meanwhile, a giant, chestnut colored red tailed hawk swooped down from the tree right behind them. It stood on the ground, unnoticed, for a while, cocking its head at the birders curiously. Then it took off, still unseen. I chose not to say anything.
November 1, 2010 § 1 Comment
So, one of the really great/really awful aspects of having a blog about what you cook is that it holds you sort of accountable in a way (that way being: to a lot more people) that you wouldn’t be otherwise. If your family is bored by the fact that you go through two weeks alternating between only spaghetti and scrambled eggs for dinner, well that’s their problem. But, then if that’s all you have to write about for a whole contingent of people who are strangers yet friends and who don’t have to love you no matter what, well suddenly you find yourself a little abashed and searching in all sorts of nooks and crannies you wouldn’t have checked otherwise for ideas for something new and creative to cook. I should do a study on whether blogging changes the eating/cooking habits of the people who keep the blogs. Is it too late to change my dissertation?
Anyway, last week was one of those weeks that was really, truly not worth writing home about (from a culinary standpoint). Joel was away working in Washington D.C., so I was home alone for the week, and I was incredibly busy with work/school insanity. So, my meal preparation took a little wonky tour through the land of On A Shoestring. Which, all things considered, is not at all a bad place to visit, but which is probably not very interesting to others (like, nothing but really drab, boring postcards and chintzy souvenirs). I went to dinner with a friend one night. Prepared steak and roasted vegetables the next, which I progressively ate my way through over the next 4 days. Then I had sauteed greens with a fried egg. I didn’t even get my camera out. « Read the rest of this entry »