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Weekend tidbits
Sep. 11th, 2007 08:47 amEver thought much about the word "tidbit"? "A choice morsel of food." Small, tender, and juicy.
Anyway. Onwards:
Foodwise, this was a weekend to clean out the fridge -- again. I made tomato and bread soup for Sunday dinner, and also peach cobbler with the last of the summer peaches. Both were awesome. Last night I also made the simplest of warmed fresh tomato sauce with garlic and basil over pasta for dinner, using the basket of cherry tomatoes I got in the box last week. Wow, those were some sweet tomatoes!
For a certain birthday party that involved food not meant to be eaten with the hands, I made a potato salad and a cucumber salad. I thought the cucumber salad was delicious! With rice vinegar, sesame oil, and black sesame seeds. But nobody ate it :( It is back in my fridge.
I also ate up the last of the figs for lunch on Sunday, with goat cheese and thyme and honey on pita. I overbroiled the pita and it melted both the cheese and the honey, and the pita's edges puffed up around the filling, but it was still very yummy.
On Saturday, Steven and I went out to lunch at a certain famous cafe next to a certain famous bread shop. We bought a big loaf of bread and took it home; later that evening I hollowed it out, stuffed it with tomatoes, goat cheese, and herbs, and we all had a very messy and very delicious early dinner.
There are no more tomatoes in my house as of this morning. A miracle!
Outingwise, the big event was on Saturday night, when G. and I trekked out to the Concord Pavilion to see Etta James, Al Green, and B.B. King in concert. Well, OK, actually we left shortly after B.B. King came on stage. We got to hear one song of his, and his entirely charming patter: "now some of you are probably saying," he said as he settled down in his chair, "That B.B. King, he's too old to stand and play all night now. And you know what? You'd mostly be right!" He then told us he was turning 82 (!) in a few weeks.
I respect B.B. King, and I am utterly charmed by his personality, but I have never been *moved* by his music, or blues guitar in general. Sorry. Plus, we kinda wanted to leave on a high-energy note.
Which, you know, the previous two acts definitely provided.
When I tell you that Etta James is bawdy, I want you to understand that it's not just her patter, it's not just her body language and gestures, but her song choices, too. I mean, "You Can Leave Your Hat On"? Heh. And 'bawdy' is the right word because she never swore, she was never outright lewd in her words, but she left no doubt in your mind what she was thinking. And she was thinking dirty.
Al Green, on the other hand, pushed my gaydar buttons hard from the moment he entered. White gloves! Handing out roses to the ladies in the front row! Those heavy-framed dyke glasses! His very upright body language, except for those hands. Al Green, of course, has found the Lord, and loves the Lord, and seems to remember his wilder days with fond but detached nostalgia. He sure enjoys showing off his pipes, though. He can still hit all his high notes, by the way.
Also, he could power a small town with his energy.
Mediawise, I watched When the Levee Broke Friday night. It was very intense and sad, and at its best when Spike Lee let the Katrina survivors tell their own extended stories. Much thoughtfulness ensued.
Elsewise, I had a very lovely weekend overall, thank you. I love birthdays in the park. I love art shows with friends. I love Oakland. I love naps. I love the flowers on my porch. I love [data embargo]. I love being translated into Turkish!
P.S. I had a three day weekend because I took Monday off for an orthodontist appointment. I have yet another new configuration of rubber bands in my mouth, plus an enhanced lisp. Go me!
Anyway. Onwards:
Foodwise, this was a weekend to clean out the fridge -- again. I made tomato and bread soup for Sunday dinner, and also peach cobbler with the last of the summer peaches. Both were awesome. Last night I also made the simplest of warmed fresh tomato sauce with garlic and basil over pasta for dinner, using the basket of cherry tomatoes I got in the box last week. Wow, those were some sweet tomatoes!
For a certain birthday party that involved food not meant to be eaten with the hands, I made a potato salad and a cucumber salad. I thought the cucumber salad was delicious! With rice vinegar, sesame oil, and black sesame seeds. But nobody ate it :( It is back in my fridge.
I also ate up the last of the figs for lunch on Sunday, with goat cheese and thyme and honey on pita. I overbroiled the pita and it melted both the cheese and the honey, and the pita's edges puffed up around the filling, but it was still very yummy.
On Saturday, Steven and I went out to lunch at a certain famous cafe next to a certain famous bread shop. We bought a big loaf of bread and took it home; later that evening I hollowed it out, stuffed it with tomatoes, goat cheese, and herbs, and we all had a very messy and very delicious early dinner.
There are no more tomatoes in my house as of this morning. A miracle!
Outingwise, the big event was on Saturday night, when G. and I trekked out to the Concord Pavilion to see Etta James, Al Green, and B.B. King in concert. Well, OK, actually we left shortly after B.B. King came on stage. We got to hear one song of his, and his entirely charming patter: "now some of you are probably saying," he said as he settled down in his chair, "That B.B. King, he's too old to stand and play all night now. And you know what? You'd mostly be right!" He then told us he was turning 82 (!) in a few weeks.
I respect B.B. King, and I am utterly charmed by his personality, but I have never been *moved* by his music, or blues guitar in general. Sorry. Plus, we kinda wanted to leave on a high-energy note.
Which, you know, the previous two acts definitely provided.
When I tell you that Etta James is bawdy, I want you to understand that it's not just her patter, it's not just her body language and gestures, but her song choices, too. I mean, "You Can Leave Your Hat On"? Heh. And 'bawdy' is the right word because she never swore, she was never outright lewd in her words, but she left no doubt in your mind what she was thinking. And she was thinking dirty.
Al Green, on the other hand, pushed my gaydar buttons hard from the moment he entered. White gloves! Handing out roses to the ladies in the front row! Those heavy-framed dyke glasses! His very upright body language, except for those hands. Al Green, of course, has found the Lord, and loves the Lord, and seems to remember his wilder days with fond but detached nostalgia. He sure enjoys showing off his pipes, though. He can still hit all his high notes, by the way.
Also, he could power a small town with his energy.
Mediawise, I watched When the Levee Broke Friday night. It was very intense and sad, and at its best when Spike Lee let the Katrina survivors tell their own extended stories. Much thoughtfulness ensued.
Elsewise, I had a very lovely weekend overall, thank you. I love birthdays in the park. I love art shows with friends. I love Oakland. I love naps. I love the flowers on my porch. I love [data embargo]. I love being translated into Turkish!
P.S. I had a three day weekend because I took Monday off for an orthodontist appointment. I have yet another new configuration of rubber bands in my mouth, plus an enhanced lisp. Go me!
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