Saturday, September 11, 2010

We Strike For Shore in Our Small Boats, Though We Won't Make It.


Last night I dreamed I was back in the Coast Guard.

I saw my old captain, Ltjg. Alexander.

I saw Nob, the old cook.

The sea was dark and heaving beneath our gleaming white cutter.

I was happy as a pig in shit.


Something in me does love the harsh sea.

Though I know her, and should fear her better.


Today I am making Pho. I have made a stock with chicken stock and garlic and flame-charred ginger and sweet onions and star anise and cinnamon and fish sauce and lime juice and soy sauce and brown sugar and serrano chiles.

I will yet add mint and basil and cilantro and red onion and green onion and caramelized pork chops and whatever the hell else I can find to throw in there.


Here it is:


I have cleaned the house until it gleams and ditto for the dog.


We are all for the boneyard.

Let's eat good in the meantime, shall we?



Bullet and Buddha, Casa De Lavaplatos Lacrimos Y La Mujer En El Borde      



Blogger Maggie May said...

i think i found you because Robert Parker died and i couldn't have Spenser anymore.

you are like literary nourishment for me, but you are a real person. a real person who makes food like that.

maybe you ARE Spenser. he talked about food as much as he talked about sex and bad guys.

8:39 PM  
Blogger Elisabeth said...

That food sets my stomach rumbling, roiling more so than were I in a boat on a rolling sea.

Such exquisite images, Tearful, the sea, the dream the pho and Buddha.

12:08 AM  
Blogger susan t. landry said...

the pho looks phabulous (sorry); and the talk of the Coast Guard makes me promise myself yet again that i must, must dig out my father's letters home and snapshots from the war; he was in the CG, stationed off Greenland. and therein lie stories.

7:12 AM  
Blogger deirdre said...

I'm coming to your house for dinner, that does it. And the sea stories while we eat.
I'll bring a willow grouse to add to the mix.


wv cometnan

comet man.

9:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

beautiful, beautiful pictures.

and that food sounds sooo good!

4:33 PM  
Blogger St. deVille said...

dog penis and spearhead.

5:04 PM  
Blogger Mim said...

That food shines out . . .

5:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"The house of the dishwasher and the woman on the verge....?"
Maggie May said it best..."you are literary nourishment for me"!



12:33 PM  
Blogger melissashook said...

I would like to meet Nob, the cook...
thank you...

3:38 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

What good friends I have here!!!!

You are all invited for dinner.

Even you, April. Dog penis and spearhead? Wha?

Thank you all for coming by. I really treasure your words and thoughts and you make this place rich beyond anything I've known.

So thank you.

5:10 PM  

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