Catching The Away Team
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Last night I made grilled chicken thighs in yogurt and aleppo pepper. The woman on the verge won't eat birds, so I made the same dish with firm tofu for her. That didn't seem like enough, though, so I made some braised country pork ribs in a coconut lime ginger sauce. Those ribs looked kind of lonesome floating around in the cast-iron skillet in all that coconutty goodness, so I threw in a couple of sliced up sweet potatoes. Then I made a three-grain rice thing with pine-nuts and golden raisins and saffron and garlic to pile everything on top of. Then I made Ezra's spinach salad with sesame oil and soy sauce and sesame seeds and fuck me.
Then I plated the fuck out of that mess of goodness. Packed the three-grain rice blend into ramekins that I inverted over the plates so there was a beautiful pile of grains in a circular, robust shape on the clean white plate. Then I drizzled the yogurt/aleppo pepper sauce over the rice. Then I made a little circle around the rice with the coconut lime ginger sauce. Then I put a little pile of quick-pickled cucumbers against the rice. Tofu for her, chicken for me, a little bit of braised and seared pork maybe, maybe, for both of us. And the spinach salad. And wine. And vodka. And fuck me running.
I will be killed from this.
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Plus, the woman on the verge cleaned up after me, which was a gargantuan task.
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I don't know about you fuckers, but I'm going down swinging.
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Namaste.
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Also, what the fuck? I do AWESOME art.
Seriously.
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Run and tell that.
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 5:30 PM
22 Comments:
Damn. This post made me happy. And hungry. And I just ate. The next time I cook, I'm going to plate the hell out of it, and think of you and smile. I'm so glad you're out there, swinging away.
xo
And that picture rocks.
Mel-
It made me happy to make it and eat it, too! It's silly, but I love to plate well, and it makes a big difference to me.
anyway, I'm glad it made you happy, and I'm glad you'll plate the hell out of your next meal and think of me!
cooking is like sex, except that you don't need anyone else to help.
and we'll just leave that statement alone!
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tearful
i'm still savoring last night...
and looking forward to tonight.
i'm not going down swinging....
i'm just going down!
love your guts.
I love your guts better than anything.
Hurry home, although it's just leftovers.
I couldn't figure out bacon and goatcheese brie wontons.
love-
herr docktor professor for men
I'm married to a chef, so I'm usually not impressed by this sort of thing. But, you know what? I'm going down swinging with you.
Elizabeth-
I'm glad for the company!!
Tell me more about that chef, you lucky girl!
yrs-
tearful
Shitfire man. I dreamed that one last night, down to the sweet potatoes. You were a celebrity chef.
Before I went to bed and dreamed your dinner I baked Apalachicola oysters with spinach and bacon and cheeses and onions and peppers. That did not suck. We just had leftovers with new biscuits and a sort of cracker gumbo with rice and chicken and tomatoes and quinoa, also a salad that had lots of carrots and garlic.
I ain't giving up without a fight either.
And are y'all quoting my Billy in the loving your guts thing 'cause that's what he always says. Among other things.
And yeah, your art rings true.
Anything else? Who knows? Not me.
so much fun to get all the good things right here: one-stop shopping!
really cool art
big-sky thinking
and unbelievable snacks.
way to go, dishwasher!
HOLY.
You.
I happen to have a little package of chicken thighs thawing out for dinner in the fridge and I think I might send them to you, if you could express post them back by about 7?
HA.
You are something else my friend.
And yeah, your art rocks. And I'm so glad you know it.
love, d
Your food, your art...you are truly a wonderful, amazing, fabulous, delicious, did I say amazing... real treasure, write a book or something, people need to know how you do what you do.....A-fucking-A-Mazing :)) all the best to you and your beautiful woman on the verge!!!
donz
And Firemen think they can cook?! Wow! I really really wanna come to your place for supper... I'll bring the wine AND beer.
Peace,
pf
PS On previous post, I did not notice the tiny writing over Fay's head. I have a 5 year old so sometimes I have to read/write and dash! Glad ya'll are ok.
Ms. Moon-
That meal sounds heavenly!
I'm down for a cook-off, as long as we get to eat everything and there's beer.
Thank you, as always.
Susan-
Thank you! I can't believe that anyone but me enjoys this place, but I'm glad I'm wrong about it.
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tearful
Deirdre-
I'm afraid the only way you're going to get me to cook for you is in person. You can decide where.
As far as my art, once I decided that I was just going to do what I felt like doing I almost couldn't go wrong. Same with this place, with my writing.
I'm sure I get more out of it than anyone.
But maybe I'm an indulgent audience.
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Scott
donz-
thanks for your comments. I'm glad to have you around. I don't recognize you, though. You want to introduce yourself? Apologies if I should know.
yrs-
tearful
PF-
Firemen.
Don't get me started.
As a cop, I can roll up on a house that has been burglarized and get yelled at for not stopping it from happening. I can catch the bad guy and get yelled at for not getting all of the stolen property back. I can get all the stolen property back and get yelled at for the guy not getting convicted. Get yelled at because they have to testify at trial. Get yelled at because he didn't get enough time. Etc.
But a fireman? He can come to your house and chop a hole in the roof, bust down the door, spray water over every computer and photograph and piece of drywall in the house and he's a hero.
So, of course, I am glad that you think that I can cook better than that guy.
You made my day!
(PS- I really DO love firemen. I do. If I wasn't such an asshole I might have become one. But I like hitting people too much, and those guys never get to hit anyone. So it all works out in the end.)
love-
tearful
Tee hee! You made a funny!
I never quite thought of it in those terms, but you know, I can picture all of it. At least you get to hit people... that has to count for something. Too bad you can't hit all the dang whiners!
Yea, as to why I even mentioned the firemen bit is because there is this ridiculous Fire House Subs commercial touting the discriminating pallets of fire fighters.. yikes! Some people will buy anything.
OH MY GOD I CAN'T STOP LOOKING AT THE CATCHER. The only damned good thing about spring is baseball. I looked for figs in the store today without luck. I know they don't show up until July but I thought I might get lucky. THAT CATCHER GODDAMN. I bought a honey dew melon. I'm going to cut it up and have one half of it with lime juice and cayenne pepper and make a salad out of the other half with the honey the tree sap honey from Italy and more lime juice but let it marinate for a while. Also gonna make a potato salad the first of the year. Also am writing writing.
BUT THAT GODDAMN CATCHER! He takes my breath away as does the Mop Up Crew each of your works get better and ring all of my bells.
love,
Rebecca
Also The Man Who Refused To Open His Eyes so you have this deep abiding spiritual and raw writing and these totally existential pieces of art that are so deep and soul cutting that I click on to enlarge then spend a week thinking how did he know about that especially the Man and the Crew and the Catcher and those girls holding hands. I think how the fuck did he crawl into my brain like that? Kandinsky does the same thing. So does Angela Simione.
Cooking is an art so is sex you can do both alone though they're more fun to share. Art is totally solitary at least my experience of it is. I wonder about the levels of you. I mean the genius of you if you are aware of it.
And if you sold your art as say for instance giclée prints I would buy every single piece I could and go without figs for fifteen years if I had to.
We so rarely recognize genius in our own midst. Usually not until people are long gone then we look back and say oops as in the case of Mozart. As in the case of Van Gogh. Most of us so caught up our own mortal coils (this expression has always cracked me up and I'm not sure that's how to spell it but it came up a lot in Catholic school and made me laugh even then) I mean most of us are so caught up in our own terrible magnificent drama that we are unable to recognize genius among our own. I guess I wanted to say I recognize yours and I'm thankful for it every day even though I don't say so.
yours,
Rebecca
pspsps. Being a vegetarian and all chicken thighs first made me laugh with an odd mental image then it made me go look in the mirror and lift up my dress to see if it was a sign of aging like hitting teenagers with a cane.
Rebecca-
Wow! What a wonderful gift your comments are. I'm no genius, but it is heartening to recognize and to be recognized by others who are doing the work and are in it up to their necks, weeping and singing all the way.
you are a beautiful friend.
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Scott
So sorry Tearful, donz is just my nickname, which I don't normally use. I don't know what came over me...its actually Donna.
I read your blog all the time, and I think I may have commented once before... anyway, I live in Western Australia and came by here initially via dear Ms Mary Moon - she knows the best people!
I mostly sit quietly at the back when I come here, because I'm in awe of everything you do. I don't say much, but this post stirred me into telling you how it affected me.
Seems to me there aren't many guys that can do what you do and be willing to talk about it...I wanted to encourage you to continue :)
Your exceptional style of cooking, intelligent and beautiful and moving art pieces, along with taking care of the community with the work you do and your good loving of the lady on the verge are all so impressive, hence my suggestion of writing a book :))
Kind regards to you Tearful,
Donna
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