Friday, December 30, 2011
Armenian beef and lamb sausage
Monday, November 21, 2011
Pumpkin Bits
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Recipe for fior di zucca and a note on Harold Pinter
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
November 1st, All Saints, Rolled Eggplant
Monday, October 31, 2011
Pappardelle con funghi e piselli B-day luncheon MH
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Italo Calvino
Italo Calvino has written many novels that blend fantasy and reality. Among these are, The Baron in the Trees (1957), Invisible Cities (1972) and If on a winter's night a traveler (1979).
He wrote realism with little success, and then decided to write the novel that he'd like to read. He said, "What stirs literature is the call and attraction of what is not in the dictionary."
And, "A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say."
And, "I feel suspicious about writers who claim to tell the whole truth about themselves, about life, or about the world. I prefer to stay with the truths I find in writers who present themselves as the most bold-faced liars."
Friday, October 28, 2011
Ropa Vieja (Old Clothes) A Spanish recipe
For tonight's dinner I made ropa vieja, which will sit and rest in fridge and then I'll skim off the fat--easy as it gels and floats to the top. Basically this translates to "old clothes- or rags" you make a soup of the meat first. Use skirt steak or flank.
If you have a bone, plop it into the water too--espeically if it's a cut with marrow. Add salt, black pepper, pieces of red or green pepper. a small onion and several pieces of garlic. And then you cook the shredded meat in a fairly spicy sauce with minced onions, garlic and peppers and hot pepper and a hit of vinegar and a hit of vino, and some of the soupy water. Cook this for about 45 minutes or so, or until the water cooks out and you have a nice dense saucy meat to serve over white rice.
Save the rest of the broth to make vegetable soup a few days later--two meals from the same meat.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Epiphany Quote form James Joyce
Friday, January 28, 2011
Quote about poetry
I'm writing this quote from Derek Walcott because I want to remember it and because it rings true.
He said this following in his 1992 Nobel Prize acceptance speech:
"For every poet it is always morning in the world. History a forgotten, insomniac night; History and elemental awe are always our early beginning, because the fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world, in spite of History."