Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Woolies
Don't work as dish sponges. But they do work in the bathroom for defogging, or in your car, if you have defrosters that don't work. I'm still determined to not buying papertowels. I'm using white kitchen cloths and washing them. I'm going to have to stick with the sponge that has the little scrubby side for dishwashing. I also had a hard time getting the woolie to dry without smelling stale. It also felt slimy when the chamois get wet, kinda wierd with soap on it. Can't say I didn't try.
You are what your people eat.
It has been a couple of months of people stuff....connecting and reconnecting....adjusting and enjoying. All my people are so important to me, to who I am. Somehow that importance shows itself with food. Monday night brought Tom over with his whites to wash and fish! And Shad Roe! If you haven't had shad roe, go find some. Now, because it has a defined season. Tom mentioned that the shad roe they are getting at work has a whiter, lighter in color finish to it, meaning that the eggs are more mature at catch, which may mean the season is already in full swing. These were wrapped in an Italian Soppressata, not a way that I had it before. Go find it where you are ! The yummiest thing you can have for breakfast and crazy nourishing! We had a sampling of blue fin tuna, king clip and something chinese sorry can't remember the name, sounds like mah jong...but that's a tile game. Fish that I cannot purchase, because I'm a user of the food industry, not a member. Tom has added a second job to his already crammed work schedule. As if his work at Binkley's (www.binkleysrestaurant.com) wasn't enough, he's doing the dayshift at Cafe Bink, Kevin's new venture into everything Bistro. I like it. alot. Kim and I had the great fortune of receiving an invite for a friends n family day. We plopped at the bar (always the best seat in the house). It's like Binkley's (you know how siblings can resemble each other) just not so hard on the wallet. Not that I mind paying for the experience and the magic of Kevin's science, but I'm really looking forward to being able to go eat at the cafe without fear of not paying the mortgage.
My friend Cath is in China eating God knows what. I can't wait to hear about it. There's a dive here called Mi cosina , mi pais. My kitchen, my country. South American fare...tamales rolled in banana leaves. Unbelievable and it's about the spirit of the food, the people.
At the invitation of my buddy Jan, I visited old home digs in VA this weekend. We gathered on Sunday and ate lunchy stuff......and stilton with apricots. I could have swiped the rest of it. darn it. I did swipe the dark choc bar with mint off the bedside table. It was meant for me, stop dialing the police.
My father in law is Polish (and contrary to poular belief, a relatively smart lineage of people) you should see his eyes light up around sausages and cabbage! We have a terrific Polish deli here, Stanley's. I admit I get a hankerin' for sausage now and then. I'm destined to be an old woman, confined to bed eating crackers and pate. They have these wicked little cans of pate, perfect, just perfect.
My new good deal hunt is at (of all places) Target! We have a super T here now and I wander through the cheese selection looking for discounts. Seems like the stinkier the cheese, the more likely I can get it marked off the high retail price. Got Annaleza doing it too. A quick breeze through the meat counter late at night will get you a cheap sticker on a decent steak. Think: rare grilled steak with Stilton Bleu? mmmmmmmmm.
I always seem to find my self eating what's familiar, but also what's my history. My Japanese roots mean I have to make rice with nearly everything. I give in...
My friend Cath is in China eating God knows what. I can't wait to hear about it. There's a dive here called Mi cosina , mi pais. My kitchen, my country. South American fare...tamales rolled in banana leaves. Unbelievable and it's about the spirit of the food, the people.
At the invitation of my buddy Jan, I visited old home digs in VA this weekend. We gathered on Sunday and ate lunchy stuff......and stilton with apricots. I could have swiped the rest of it. darn it. I did swipe the dark choc bar with mint off the bedside table. It was meant for me, stop dialing the police.
My father in law is Polish (and contrary to poular belief, a relatively smart lineage of people) you should see his eyes light up around sausages and cabbage! We have a terrific Polish deli here, Stanley's. I admit I get a hankerin' for sausage now and then. I'm destined to be an old woman, confined to bed eating crackers and pate. They have these wicked little cans of pate, perfect, just perfect.
My new good deal hunt is at (of all places) Target! We have a super T here now and I wander through the cheese selection looking for discounts. Seems like the stinkier the cheese, the more likely I can get it marked off the high retail price. Got Annaleza doing it too. A quick breeze through the meat counter late at night will get you a cheap sticker on a decent steak. Think: rare grilled steak with Stilton Bleu? mmmmmmmmm.
I always seem to find my self eating what's familiar, but also what's my history. My Japanese roots mean I have to make rice with nearly everything. I give in...
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