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through the looking glass
bring your eyes slowly to the edge… very slowly, it’s a little greasy…
blink twice…
yup… someone ate yo freakin’ marrow.
i heart slankers
because the convalescent pup needs bones to keep her happy for the 60 (now 45!!) days of crate rest, we ordered 40 pounds of meat + bones from the wonderful people at Slankers. yes we had to fulfill the minimum by adding people meat parts to the order.
so drool over this:
coffee/cumin dry-rubbed meaty spare ribs with little potatoes. what’chu gonna eat?
notice my coveted 10th anniversary deck of cards from Diagram and the not so coveted empty box of toffee in the background. sigh.
ps. vegetables to follow. oh, and cheesecake.
toffee sameness
eating toffee is sort of like having a #19 from Langer’s. you don’t want to share it with anyone, you want the whole damn thing for yourself. it’s like if you only eat half a sandwich/piece your head keeps turning right and left as if something’s missing. hiding the other half of the sandwich is one thing but try splitting a piece of toffee when you don’t really want to…
the problem is that as soon as you eat the whole thing, you kind of wish you did share. whoops.
good thing today the Internet took the day off. no emails since noon. that calls for a good nap.
argument
last fall a great Italian friend of mine was hired by the Met and i took a trip out there to show him—a babe in the woods as far as having never left the Florentine motherland—the glories of Bed Bath and Beyond & Ikea and to argue the necessity of spending the money for a waterproof North Face jacket at EMS.
throw down the money, i told my friend, and POOF, not more than a month later, i was sent a warm and remote hug from the Met’s icy rooftop terrace.
NY being NY, taking a trip to EMS meant a trip to Soho, which meant stopping first at Grand Central Station for espresso in the form of a cloud at Joe’s, then on to Kee’s Chocolates and Sullivan Street Bakery.
Jim Lahey, the owner of Sullivan Street Bakery, is on my list of “Why Can’t Los Angeles Make Bread Like These Guys” and is known for his No Knead Bread. sadly he had a split with his partner so we discovered that the Soho store was no longer called SSB but Grandaisy, owned by his ex-partner (and still good!)
today i found out Joe’s has switched its bean source from Barrington to Ecco and there was some hubbub online that i must have missed. the wonderful folks at Barrington will still sell you its Gold beans online, but it’s a telling sign of impending suckiness at Joe’s.
LA being LA, the only way to get good bread and a real espresso is to make it yourself. today, being a watch-the-convalescing-pup-devour-a-bone day, i made a loaf of bread (two actually, the rectangular one is gluten-free)
and thought about what my Italian friend would say to the argument of whether to spend the money on a Behmor roaster?
notice the shipping discount and the 8 lbs free green beans.
marrodernism
au jus
did i miss something or when did meat start looking like DVDs? will the full color booklets explain exactly what the difference is between the photograph for Tyson’s Beef Brisket vs. the one for Tyson’s Pork Loin (is it just the addition of a single tomato) or why the Hormel Italian Style Beef Roast says “au jus?”
electric sausage for the electric brain
help is on the way for iphone users buried by the Snowmaggedon. you don’t need to take your gloves off, or buy those expensive electrostatically-enhanced gloves. just get yourself a fancy schmancy meat stylus aka Korean snack sausage and check the weather with ease. i LOVE the fact you can chew on one end and work with the other.
courtesy of clusterflock
a fish, a dog, and a tough nut
some things never seem to make sense together, unless you put them all inside a funny afternoon called “going to take photos of an organic avocado farm.”
20 some acres on the top of a hill in Camarillo, the farm has mostly avocados but they also grow citrus, cherimoyas, plums and heirloom apples. their dog Astro is on nature’s Avoderm – he mows like 5 avocados a day, but only the really smushed ones. it’s like veggie roadkill.
and then there’s our dog, who ignores the land o plenty around her and goes instead to greet the bees:
after a walk around the farm (including a little spying on the property next door—noticeably weed free thanks to Roundup), a little knife-wielding tussle between Mr. Farmer and Mrs. Farmer, some scientific Brix testing of grapefruit (theirs reached 11, their neighbor’s a paltry 7.5), we arrive at homemade Ume wine:
and fresh macadamia nuts.
apparently if bees have too many macadamia flowers they will become toxic bees and in turn produce toxic honey. good thing there’s some billion avocado flowers to keep them otherwise occupied.
apparently there is less than one percent of the world’s avocado growers doing what they are doing in terms of bio-agriculture. they have ladybugs, snail eating snails, slug sliming slugs, and an “energy pyramid.” they’re trying to figure out how coyotes, gophers and the weird snake-lizard fit into their ecosystem as well.
they also have the skinny about the other farmers at the market – who’s not a farmer, who’s selling someone else’s fruits and veggies, who’s got a fishy certificate. oy.
in and out storm
while the east coast deals with its “Snowmaggedon,” we get (along the 14 freeway near Acton, anyway) a rather on and off storm, big raindrops followed by small patches of sun. it’s like going through the MooGooGaiPan tunnel, only bigger.
start by driving INTO the storm:
stop at your friendly double-double In and Out burger:
come out to sunny skies on the other side:
