I also got 8 pounds of pickling cucumbers for a buck a pound, and me and CH (no, she's not from Dinuba) made some pickles. We were somewhat lassez faire with the recipe, so if they turn out, I will officially know that it's hard to fuck up pickles.
Here's the result. Yes, FFT, I know it's blurry. The hard part of pickling is waiting six weeks.
There is Babs, waiting for the reappearance of her best friend-water. I want to do a public service announcement. Did you know that if you take in a stray kitten, her basic immunizations and spay/neuter will run you in the neighborhood of 400-500 bucks? Guess who did not know that? Me! On the other hand, if you adopt from a shelter, it will probably be more like 40-75 bucks. So, my brilliant plan is to drop Babs off at the pound and pick her up in a month. I haven't told Babs my plan yet. J.K. of course. I say that because DP will take it seriously.
The show on Saturday night was really fun, despite a somewhat anemic attendance. Dreamdate were so fucking good!!!!!! I didn't get any pictures during the show because I was busy worrying about djing. They got a full sac experience the next day when we went to the river. By the way, I would love to dj any party or event anytime. Weddings, bar mitvahs, bat mitzvahs, mitzvahs of any kind.
The Box Elders played Luigis last night. I don't know how this show came about, but it was not even on undietacos, so no one knew about it. Scott and I were literally the only two people who came to see them. And you know the kicker? They were sensational. Goosebump-inducing. So I'm so glad I went. Luckily, the show was over by 10:15. Their new album is good, but not as good as they are live.
Do you know about the Ganglians/Crocodiles/ Pens/Graffiti Island show at the Blue Lamp tomorrow? I'll probably go to the Press Club accidentally. I even wrote Press Club at first. These two venues have fused into one in my mind.
For years I have walked by this place and watched as the activities of the day unfold, chefs bringing in fresh foods on a daily basis, European-style waiters setting up chairs and tables outside the restaurant, and lovers lounging with wine and pretty deserts on the secret patio in the back. Having oddly falling in love with a restaurant that sits in the heart of the activity in downtown Sacramento, but having never eaten there before, I mustered enough courage to approach the restaurant for a first date... but first I had to learn a little more about my new found love. I found their website at www.aiolibodega dot info, and planned out the perfect date with myself. I decided on three seafood "tapas", appetizers from Spain, namely the Berberechos con Azafran (clams in saffron broth), Anchoada de Lentejas con Scallops (scallops pan sauteéd in a garlic beluga lentil anchovie sauce in a garlic), and Pulpo a la Galega (steamed octopus in adobo sauce with potato pureé). I also found a promotion for a complimentary glass of Champaign, which was nice. I timidly approached Aioli's and opened the door to her warm artistic embrace, which much resembles a museum of contemporary art, with impressive brass work, art, and murals. After a complimentary glass of Champaign, my server, Jiji, recommended a savory white wine from Spain to accompany the tapas. It was exquisite with the food, a true marriage. Afraid that I might lose control of myself and take advantage of her, I left Aioli's sweet embrace, promising to call on her again soon, but not too soon, as Jason let me know that she has a twin sister in Davis. I dare not venture there, because there can only be one true love.
You remove the flower petals on a few bunches of squash blossoms (the more the better) and chop them, and cook them with some broth for about 15 minutes. Blend this mixture, trying not to spray the cabinets with hot soup as I did.
Blend the tomatoes with half a chopped onion, and then cook the tomato/onion mixture for 5 minutes on high over a couple of tablespoons of lard. She said butter but I used lard. Add that mixture to the squash blossom mixture with a sprig of epazote. So that's the second time this week I've been bummed I don't have any epazote.
In the spirit of the Barnseyard, here are some quotes from Netflix about Gallagher. I've been thinking about my family's love for Gallagher this week. Perhaps a Crest employee would like to comment on what it was like when Gallagher played the Crest? I heard some stories about his brother (who ripped off his act, I think), and how mean he is.
This captures Babs when she is wilding out.
Do you remember about the best show of all time happening on Saturday at Luigis? Do you know how good the Dreamdate and Makeout Party records are? Come stocked with funds to buy both.
This is a picture I stole from Amber Kloss' myspace of her costume on Mad Men!!
Knock Knock, hated by babies. She won't even look at them.
Appropriately misty picture of And Hod and special guest playing the soft rock classic "she's a mature lady"
Don't forget the show tonight at nine at the Press Club. English Singles, MOM, DJ Mike C., Biz side project. Damn, I just realized I missed the Roky Erickson movie because I was watching stupid Zabriskie Point at home.
Here's what I did: sauteed a chopped onion in olive oil. Threw in 4 garden tomatoes and simmered for ten minutes. Just these three ingredients simmering together smelled divine. Threw in a couple of cups of the shelled beans for about three minutes, then added a bunch of water. Let it simmer, covered for about 45 minutes. At that point, I threw in some garden zucchini chunks, and let it go for another ten. Then, throw in some pasta (half a box was too much, a third might have been better), and let it cook until still firm to the bit. Top with grated parmesan.
In the book Marcella kind of scoffs at the notion of dried cranberry beans, but notes that fresh beans can be frozen with no ill effects. I already started a stock of them in the freezer.
Oh wait, he just got MORE Jerry day.
That's a sweet Steal Your Face tat.
