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Basil ain't no rathbone


Farmer's market day, hit 2 of the local ones in Merriam and OP.   What a crowd!  Before I left, I watered and picked my own tomato crop - a couple of Dona and Carmelo fruits had good color - a few more days in the shade on the porch and they'll be ready.  I've learned not to leave these semi-ripe fruits on the vine, they tend to crack or get attacked by vermin.  Better to let them ripen to the picking point, then put them in shade w/lots of room around them to finish ripening.
I have 3 nice ones ready to go into a calabrese salad today, so I wanted to buy basil.  I usually buy Thai basil from the nearby Siamese grocery store, but the weather was so nice I wanted to hit the outdoor markets.  I was shocked at how crowded they were!  It's ok for great minds to think alike, but they need to make room for Daddy.
I didn't see any herbs at Merriam so went to OP.  There I found some basil and got a vidalia onion to go with, and stopped at the local Panera bakery for a fresh baguette on the way home.   I've got our new local Pilsner in the fridge, and a bottle of rose' chilled as well.   As my beloved Ex used to say, "Yeah man!"

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Grillt


It's hotter than a $2 pistol hereabouts, and I don't want to cook and heat up the house.  So lately it's been a lot of yellowfin tuna-white bean salad and/or grilled cheese. Or as I like to call it "Grillt cheese sammich'.  Heat a pat of butter while you slather mayo onto Oroweat Jewish Rye.  Lay on a layer of thin-sliced vidalia or red onion, top with a slice of havarti and a slice of provolone.  Top with another mayo-laden slice of rye.  When the butter melts lay the sammitch in the hot, heart-attack-inducing saturated fat...knowing it will be totally worth the destruction.  Grill for 1 or 2 minutes over low heat, lift & add another pat of butter.  Flip the sammitch over in the pan, turn off the heat and stack some pickles on a plate, add a scoop of slaw, beans and/or potato salad and open a bottle of beer.   Grab that grillt cheese sammitch and dig in. 

addendum


Well, we've had over 3 inches of rain in 48 hours, and it's a rainy Monday once again.  But I forgot to add to the rainy days, mondays and barbiturates list that antihistimines also get me down.  All this rain = mold, so rainy days, mondays, barbiturates and antihistimines always get me down. 

Looking forward to seeing some old friends later this week, one visitor from NYC and the rest of the old gang comes out of the woodwork (where that mold has got to be fierce).   Grey skies are gonna clear up, put on a happy face.  One of those Watchman bloodstained models, fer instance.   

Rainy days and Mondays....


Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.  Oh, and barbiturates.  Rainy Days and Mondays and Barbiturates always get me down.

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Eggs Ackly


Excellent omelet today.  The shallots were caramelized 'just right' and the eggs, cheese and bacon were in proper proportion.  Tabasco added before the omelet was rolled..and the roll worked perfectly.  I might as well go back to bed, prolly won't do anything else as well all day long, no matter how I try. 

walk, don't run.


Really nice spring day here in midwinter.  Temps in the 50s or 60s.  Went and checked Dad out of the nursing home and took him for a walk.  He started off being cranky that someone from physical therapy wants to 'teach him to walk, I already walk fine' but I explained that with Parkinson's, there may come a day when he won't walk so well.  And they can teach him now to walk 'differently' so he can still keep moving as his muscles begin to go.  Pop has no clue what Parkinson's is or what it can do to him.  Which is probably for the best, except he keeps thinking he's basically 34 and forgets he's 78. 

Anyways, nice day for a walk.  Got in an extra 2000-2500 steps today.  Hooray!  What with the extra steps and the low cal breakfast, lunch and snack another half-a-pound may melt away soon.  Repeat a few hundred times and I'll be in business.

mon petite chou chou


One of the gals I used to date would call me 'her little cabbage' on occasion.  She'd spent some time in France and no doubt some amourous frenchie had called her that.  Hey, it's fine by me.  Call me what you like so long as you don't call me late for dinner.  But today, when you call me on time for dinner...we're having a little cabbage. 

Quarter and scrub a head of cabbage, cut out the 'core' of each quarter, then split into 'eighths'.  Place in the bottom of your crockpot, pour on a good drizzle of olive oil, toss in a couple of smashed cloves of garlic and add a shotglass of white wine - I used some Aussie riesling.  Crockpot on high for 3 hours or so, lower the heat and let it roast for another hour to 6 hours.  It will get 'dark brown' around the areas it's touching the crockery, and it will caramelize and sweeten and soften.  Splash with vinegar if you like - I do.  Good, good for you, filling and cheap.  Stanky, but totally worth it.

King Cake



I missed the official 'Feast of the Epiphany' earlier this week...Saint's feast days are not on my calendar, lapsed proddy that I am.  But I did pick up a King Cake at the day-old bread store, for cheap.  It was a Mexican version, rather than the more-familiar-to-me New Orleans version, but it had the requisite tri-colored topping (guava paste strips, rather than colored sugar) and it had 3 plastic babies in the box.  Basically a 'coffee cake' with soul.  I ate a couple slices and gave the rest to Terri and Lawson when they stopped by to pick up some boots I'd retrieved from the cowboy store for 'em.  Now it's their turn to find the next king cake, which is nice.  Terri collects those little plastic babies, and a trio of 'em will lead to some new knickknackery, I imagine. 

King Cake always reminds me of better days, with Beth.  Then again, so does most everything else.  "It's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace, and a wound that will never heal".  Yeah, Tom was reading my mail before the letters were written.

 

Beer Glorious Beer


Anchor Porter is wonderful stuff.

I'm just saying.

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Hola


Enjoying some of the stuff I'm finding here. 

Just read a nice discussion of 'The Watchmen' with a lot of commentary by Bill Willingham, author of 'Fables'.  Since I just finished the 11th book of Fables this week it's sorta like deja vu all over again or something.

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