October 2011

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Bill Cunningham New York: Though my “uniform” might suggest otherwise, I LOVE clothes and fashion, and all the inherent juiciness of it.  Yes, I am “shallow” (in quotations because I don’t really believe it but lack a better descriptor) enough to spend the whole of a day reading a fashion magazine cover to cover, turning back pages I find inspiring or interesting.  I love watching people, well dressed or not, at least to my eye, and absorbing what they’ve got going on.  Is it something that fits my aesthetic that I hadn’t previously imagined?  What makes it work?  Oh jeez, isn’t that what that Tim Gunn guy says?  I love the courage it takes to try something outrageous, bold, or just plain different, probably because I lack it myself.

So now, imagine all of this in the hands of a humble, bicycle riding photographer who wants to share with everyone, namely Bill Cunningham of the New York Times, taking photos every single day over a period of decades.  The film follows Bill in his daily life, sleeping on a cot wedged between rows of filing cabinets of photos and negatives in a tiny apartment in Carnegie Hall (I didn’t even know this was possible).  The man lives for fashion, “I eat with my eyes,” mostly the on the street variety, and takes pictures nearly everywhere he goes.  He is earnest, beyond hard working (at 80+ he still works every day!) and impossibly kind, at least to those he photographs, the sort one wants as a friend and fashion consultant.

Adam’s Apples: Ivan is a small-town minister who “rehabilitates” men upon their release from prison.  He takes wearing rose-colored glasses to the extreme, patently refusing to see the truth before him, no matter how squarely it is presented.  When Adam, a particularly wretched Neo-Nazi, is placed with Ivan for the requisite 12-week program, he is determined to break the man, no matter the cost.  A strange, funny, and somewhat violent portrait of unshakable faith.

The Trip: I can’t say I really know who these men are, though they seem quite familiar, but goll-ee, I could watch and listen to them all the live long day.  In “mockumentary” style, the gentlemen play themselves, Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon, two longtime friends on a road trip to England’s finest restaurants and inns.  It was meant to be a romantic getaway for Steve, but his girlfriend leaves rather suddenly for New York at the last minute, so Rob fills in.  It is an odd and interesting mix.  It’s sometimes wildly funny, with some of the best impersonations I have ever heard, mostly of Michael Caine, Sean Connery, and Hugh Grant.  Then it’s a little gloomy and sad tale of middle age and being alone, all while exploring beautiful places and serving up exotic dishes at some very posh restaurants.  A lot like real life, I think.

 

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Good morning and welcome to our Saturday night!  A bit of a tomato fest, it was.  We were meant to have friends over (though they couldn’t make it), and when I was trying to think of what to serve, I got this picture in my head of a glass of red wine, pasta with red sauce and sausage, garlic bread, and Caesar salad.

Does your mind work this way?  When I have ideas, I see a lot of pictures and then try to make the world match what I see.  Sometimes it is hard, as I do not know where to find the picture or how to make it, but most times, I am lucky, and it all works out.  For this, I picked all of our remaining ripe tomatoes off the vine and made, quite literally, the best sauce the hubster and I have ever tasted. It was simple, just a little bit of olive oil, five cloves pressed garlic, one pound spicy Italian sausage (via Afton Field Farm), red wine, a pinch of herbs and salt, the tomatoes, and a whole day to bubble over the lowest possible heat.

As for the cake, I had a ton of green tomatoes, and I remembered my friend Lori posted a recipe for a cake last year, so I adapted hers.  If you have any green tomatoes still clinging to the vine, I highly recommend making it and put the recipe below.  You will never ever know there are tomatoes in it, and, at times, it seems almost banana-y, crazy pinkie swear!  Dang, I think that’s my first ever pinkie swear, so you know I mean business.

In response to my absence last week, we were busy, busy, busy.  We got a new fence to replace the one nearly blown over in a windstorm and are finishing our basement (the house is eighty years old– it’s about time) and had to get ready, which meant cleaning out the garage so we could shift former basement items there, then clear the basement of about ninety percent of its contents, which was an awful lot of crap, truth be told.  The process took three whole days, one of which I was on my own, which was kind of a drag, but I managed.  Thankfully we were able to recycle, sell, or donate most of what we had.  To let you know the sad state of accumulation, we still took a whopping 520 pounds (!) to the dump, most of which was leftover from the previous owners, a large roll of carpet and some “I made them myself!” cabinets of the heaviest and ugliest variety.  We are glad to be rid of them.

Since I remain a silver lining type person, I must say that despite the exhaustion from all the work and the steady stream of people at the house, it was an awful lot of fun to drive our neighbor’s big F150 (Thanks, Kelly) hither and yon to get rid of stuff.  It is the one vehicle the hubster absolutely does not like to drive and I absolutely relish.  Slovakian farmer roots, maybe?

Lori’s Green Tomato Cake

4 cups green tomatoes, small dice

1 tablespoon salt

1/2 cup butter, softened

1 cup sugar

1/2 cup brown sugar

2 eggs

1 tablespoon nocino (I know – not something most have, but since I made some, and I love it, it’s a good use for it.  Use vanilla if you don’t have it.)

1 cup flour

1 cup whole wheat flour

1 teaspoon cinnamon

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/4 teaspoon salt

2/3 cup chopped walnuts

Brown Butter Frosting

1/2 cup butter

4 cups sifted powdered sugar

1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

3 tablespoons nocino (What can I say? The stuff is awesome.  Use milk if you don’t have it.)

1 teaspoon vanilla (optional)

Place chopped tomatoes in a bowl and sprinkle with 1 tablespoon salt.  Let stand ten minutes.  Place in colander, rinse with cold water, and drain.

Preheat oven to 350.  Grease and flour two 8″ or 9″ round pans or simply grease a 13×9.

Cream butter and sugar, add eggs, nocino or vanilla, and beat until creamy.  Sift dry ingredients together, add walnuts.  Add dry ingredients to creamed mixture.  Dough will be very stiff.  Add drained tomatoes and mix well.  Spread into prepared pan(s).  Bake the round pans for 20-25 minutes, the 13×9 for 40-45.  Test with a toothpick for doneness.  Allow round pans to cool 10 minutes before turning onto a cooling rack.  Cool 13×9 in the pan.

For the frosting, melt the butter in a small pan over low heat until it is lightly browned.  This takes 10-15 minutes.  Place sifted powdered sugar and cinnamon in a bowl, add melted butter, and mix on low speed until incorporated.  Add nocino or milk, the optional vanilla, and whip until spreading consistency.  You may need more nocino/milk.  Spread over the cake, as desired.

Enjoy!

 

 

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Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.

Stanley Horowitz

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See everything; overlook a great deal; correct little.

Pope John XXIII

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The hubster has style.

Kelly has humor!

Matt has speeeed.

I am not a bowler.  I bowl.  I share shoes and forge community.  We are strangers with a penchant for alternate identities.  K-Gimmy and Bob Hughes on the line-up tonight, who are you?  We are serious for the thirty seconds before the line, rituals combined with less thoughtful spasms of movement before hurling balls: at record speed, worryingly slow, and straight for the gutter.   We erupt in joy, dissolve in laughter, or silently pump a fist in triumph, repeat nine more times, ten if you’re really good.  Maybe drink a beer or eat nachos or both.  Smile.

The Portland Timbers Corn Maize.  Yup, we’re going in!

This makes total sense now.  Turn left!

I’m all lost in the corn-maize.  I can no longer walk happily.  I came here for the special offer, a Groupon discount, that’s me!  My apologies to the members of The Clash for trashing a fine song.  I could not help myself.  I really was lost and have a brain programmed for reciting song lyrics.

Random funny:

Lying in bed with the hubster, I heard a sound, while at the same time saw this drop onto the lamp next to the bed.  The look of horror in my eyes made the hubster jump out of bed.  The fact that it moved so quickly, and I could not see where it was going made me jump up on the bed and scream!  I am not normally a jumper or screamer, but fifteen pairs of very long legs moving at high velocity changed my mind in a hurry.  Besides, maybe loud noises will kill it.  Hey, let’s shove the bed to the center of the room, sweep, and vacuum while we’re at it! You know, because it is better safe than sorry, even if it is totally harmless to humans.  Just sayin’.

Random inside jokes for the hubster:

“It’s getting worse!”

“You look tired.  I think you need a dough-nut nap.”

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