Weird weekend.
I stayed up too late on Thus night trying to finish my book, and was kinda cranky on Fri. The worst? I was up until 4:30, and didn't even finish the fucker! I only got to the beginning of the climax, but when i read the same sentence for the 7th time and still didn't understand it, I gave up.
^"Kinda cranky" my ass! I was fucking ogre.
Saturday was cool, though. I did three tastings. Thats where I pick the food for the guest, and we pair wines for each course (see cklarock's jounal) The first was a REALLY cute couple celebrating their 23rd anniversary. They were from eastern Kentucky, and obviously slightly intimidated by the swank, and just as obviously not going to let that ruin their good time. Fuck yeah!
The second couple were foodies from North Carolina, but I didn't hold that against them, and laced them.
The third rolled in about 10pm. Now, normally, I would say, "Fuck that shit, I been here since 9:30. Nate, their all yours." But something made me say, "What table?"
That something was my psychic libido. The woman was HOOOOOOOOT. Real bite-your-fist fine. Tell the truth, her man was real good looking, too, but my jealous heart hates that motherfucker anyway. Ohh, she was smokin'. Luckily, I'm good at playin' shit like that off, otherwise I'dda been all "Your antipasto freddo this evening is Carpaccio di Tonno, or thinly sliced boobies...I mean..er....TUNA, yeah, tuna!"
Woke up this morning all groggy and mysteriously sad, and my plans for an early showing of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory were put off for a week. I sat around, not doing anything for a few hours, ate some lunch, and motivated myself to go buy some music.
Now some of you are saying, "Dude, you have enough CD's." True enough, But I don't have too much Hasidic dancehall, do I? Or, for that matter, how many of these do I have in my collection? I was in a real dubby mood today, I guess.
I went to dinner at Spring with Tom and Julie, some freinds of mine, and had a great meal. I started with a Poached egg over arugula puree, chantarelle mushrooms, asparagus, and black summer truffle broth. Whoo, boy! Then Monkfish with clams and bacon. As you know, I looove me some swine, so I was happy to get me some. Dessert was a spiced panna cotta (a kind of custard) with corn cream and caramel-lime popped corn. It was great, and my favorite part was the caramel-lime popped corn. It was flat, and had a real cool tuille-like texture, and the flavors were really clean and distinct. Tom and Julie are great friends that I met through the job, as they are regulars. It was very theraputic to sit and have a civilized meal with fellow foodies. I also ate at Green Zebra with them; It's another restaurant run by the same chef/owner, and as Julie doesn't eat meat, we thought it would be fun to eat "Vegetable Focused" food. It was cool, too.
After dinner, Nate, my sous chef, and Briana, a friend from work stopped by, and we watched Eurotrip. It was silly, and damned funny. I'm a sucker for that kind of movie though.
All in all a cool day.
I stayed up too late on Thus night trying to finish my book, and was kinda cranky on Fri. The worst? I was up until 4:30, and didn't even finish the fucker! I only got to the beginning of the climax, but when i read the same sentence for the 7th time and still didn't understand it, I gave up.
^"Kinda cranky" my ass! I was fucking ogre.
Saturday was cool, though. I did three tastings. Thats where I pick the food for the guest, and we pair wines for each course (see cklarock's jounal) The first was a REALLY cute couple celebrating their 23rd anniversary. They were from eastern Kentucky, and obviously slightly intimidated by the swank, and just as obviously not going to let that ruin their good time. Fuck yeah!
The second couple were foodies from North Carolina, but I didn't hold that against them, and laced them.
The third rolled in about 10pm. Now, normally, I would say, "Fuck that shit, I been here since 9:30. Nate, their all yours." But something made me say, "What table?"
That something was my psychic libido. The woman was HOOOOOOOOT. Real bite-your-fist fine. Tell the truth, her man was real good looking, too, but my jealous heart hates that motherfucker anyway. Ohh, she was smokin'. Luckily, I'm good at playin' shit like that off, otherwise I'dda been all "Your antipasto freddo this evening is Carpaccio di Tonno, or thinly sliced boobies...I mean..er....TUNA, yeah, tuna!"
Woke up this morning all groggy and mysteriously sad, and my plans for an early showing of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory were put off for a week. I sat around, not doing anything for a few hours, ate some lunch, and motivated myself to go buy some music.
Now some of you are saying, "Dude, you have enough CD's." True enough, But I don't have too much Hasidic dancehall, do I? Or, for that matter, how many of these do I have in my collection? I was in a real dubby mood today, I guess.
I went to dinner at Spring with Tom and Julie, some freinds of mine, and had a great meal. I started with a Poached egg over arugula puree, chantarelle mushrooms, asparagus, and black summer truffle broth. Whoo, boy! Then Monkfish with clams and bacon. As you know, I looove me some swine, so I was happy to get me some. Dessert was a spiced panna cotta (a kind of custard) with corn cream and caramel-lime popped corn. It was great, and my favorite part was the caramel-lime popped corn. It was flat, and had a real cool tuille-like texture, and the flavors were really clean and distinct. Tom and Julie are great friends that I met through the job, as they are regulars. It was very theraputic to sit and have a civilized meal with fellow foodies. I also ate at Green Zebra with them; It's another restaurant run by the same chef/owner, and as Julie doesn't eat meat, we thought it would be fun to eat "Vegetable Focused" food. It was cool, too.
After dinner, Nate, my sous chef, and Briana, a friend from work stopped by, and we watched Eurotrip. It was silly, and damned funny. I'm a sucker for that kind of movie though.
All in all a cool day.
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Sorry you woke up with a sad day. That's always a drag, especially when it catches you off gaurd. I'm right with your approach, though. when you catch yourself feelin that feelin,' you've gotta build in a treat. It keeps the balance right and can keep the weight of the world at bay.
Your book story rings true to me. Crypronomicon was shelved for a week when I decided that it was, in no way, bed reading. I usually keep something pulpy on the bedside table just so it doesn't really bother me when I have to repeat one thought over and over again - fighting my eyes and mind to just kep going. Good fight though. Indicative of engrossing reading.
Spring certainly looks and sounds fantastic. Generally, I'm not a big poached egg guy, but when you know a kitchen's got it going on, you've gotta strip away your opinions and put yourself in the hands of people who know. I love culinary surrender. It's definitely on my short list of favorite surrenders.
Green Zebra was really close to my old place, but I never managed to eat there. I was going to go there with a friend when she came into town, but we found ourselves in the wonderful position of 'too many restaurants, too little time.'
I always found serious satisfaction in tastings for people who really knew and really gave a shit about their experience. Personally, it may have been more satisfying from behind the line - just being able to take a breath and do something off the books.
Your pork and green chili stew has been festering in my mind. Sooner or later, I'm gonna have to take the idea and start playing with variations on the theme. I don't give myself enough opportunity to adventure in the kitchen anymore. Lately, though, the voice has been back in my ear. I didn't even know I missed it.
Near...Far has cracked me up a couple of times since you mentioned it. Jest sneaking into my head and poking at me until I break and giggle.
If you're down, I have an old friend in town for a couple of weeks and I think you two would be on the same page in a number of respects. He's just a quiet, well read, and amazingly insightful guy who can just take a concept and run with the extrapolation. Great guy. One of the ones that matters.
Psychic libido has, from time to time, proven to be the best libido. When you feel it, and know it's got a hold, it's time for one of the other surrenders.
Now I have to go listen to Cheap Trick.
The morels are almost here, no?
The man in my head is telling me to mate them with quail eggs. The possibilities abound.
Lust thoughts, my friend. Lusty thoughts.
[Edited on Aug 03, 2005 6:53PM]