Did I… oh, yes, of course I did. You know I like my greens.
The city is now home to several eateries that give priority to those of us who eat our veggies, who prefer vegetables over other dinner choices.
Le Botaniste offers plant-based gourmet dining in a cute, if not gourmet setting. A good choice for a meal, and the one I made with my gal-bud D yesterday before seeing Gene & Gilda.
What would you change about modern society?
Life without fascism, hatred, and bigotry would be a refreshing change, wouldn’t it?
I saw interviews with Americans who seemed not at all phased by losing the Constitution.
They would prefer a world with bigotry, hatred, and authoritarian rule.
Different strokes, doesn’t begin to cover it. No accounting, not even close.
I would like to keep the door open for everyone’s thinking. But I cannot. Stupid. Deplorable. Are the only adjectives that describe this MAGA bullsh*t. Shredding the Constitution, I heard the man say, was okay with him. Really.
MAGA represents only ⅓ of the American population.
⅓ of us are willing to shred the Constitution. That, I must point out, is the minority. The pivot to the right is dire but not fatal.
What do you listen to while you work?
Is listening while you work akin to whistling while you work? Do you listen while you work? Do you whistle?
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Does it help? If yes: With what?
Just asking.
For my art date to the Gugg with L-M; I mistakenly decided that Th was a pay-what-you-will so I joined up. Now I can spend my life at my least favorite architectural contraption.
Don’t get me wrong, that ramp is perfect for art gazing. Check out Rashid Johnson’s artscapes which include potted plants (note they are there because they need nurturing).
My animus towards the legendary Frank Lloyd Wright extends to this potted plant of a building but also to the man I met reading Loving Frank.
There are many ways to tell a story. I knew that but hearing Ann Pachett debunk my “they write themselves” theory and talk about writing as work¹ was confirming.
Like the book Patchett is reading to me, the story I intend to tell is about “a happy marriage.” These stories are fraught; the telling is fraught.
I layout what I have to say conversationally. I am talking to myself. Will the story flow as smoothly and easily when I finally get it out on paper? [Or, more precisely, on electronic page?]
As the cliché goes, and saying that makes it no less clichéd, stay tuned. Aka, I’m working on it.
Note to self, and you, dear reader, I never tried to support myself on my writing. I am an amateur. Amateur auteur has a ring, yes?
¹This Is A Story Of A Happy Marriage, written by Ann Patchett, read by the author. HarperAudio
Searching can be a pleasant way to pass your time.
Anyone with a smart phone has a feel for that experience.
We know that all conversations can lead to you pecking into the keyboard. Oh, yes, so-and-so is….
Wish that my search had been as simple as that. I was looking for a more elusive thing.
Something that I could not just see on my screen, but needed to have on my plate. I wanted a piece of the pie.
It’s strawberry rhubarb season, well it’s always strawberry time but rhubarb, well that’s short lived.
In fact, I was going to resort to boiling up my own; couldn’t find it at any green grocery.
That didn’t bode well for my pie quest!
I remember when, because it was its season, you could walk into most local area diners to enjoy a piece of my favorite pie.
My phone search told me that I could find a piece of strawberry rhubarb pie at JG Melon. I took this as encouraging, and intended to stop by for a slice.
Thwarted, again. Lines waiting for a table were discouragement enough.
Amazingly, there was a huge pie at Citarella. So, yes, this story of a pursuit has a happy ending.
Some of the strawberry rhubarb pie is now waiting in the freezer. Some has been digested, and yes, it was good.
The season is short. Hurry.
For the love of Wonder! Love the concept of ordering from a food court with a gourmet inclination, but better yet, the food. It’s great.
Individual rating of my delivery follows:
Brussel sprouts are sweet and tangy even if only warm. They should be hot but they were delish anyway.
The lemon pepper were the best chicken wings I have gotten from Wing Trip to date.
Bankside has a very nice, low on the mayo, rendition of cole slaw.
Jota’s salmon is one of my faves, although I love all salmon. This has a bed of brocollini and a zucchini saute as a bonus.
I refer to this post as unsolicited but this is not strictly true in the sense that these were my answers to their survey.
All The Best