calf stretch
It really is not easy being green. Everyday I wake up and feel less flexible. I don't understand what niche this fills, but I am going to study it.
potato and onion tart, No. 1
My first attempt at the kind of tart you cook.
1. thinly slice some onions, and saute them down with some garlic, rosemary and thyme in olive oil. Add a lot of sea salt and pepper. Set this aside to cool to room temperature after it's all softened and smells great.
2. thinly slice some russet potatoes
3. Play stringbean jean by Belle and Sebastian.
4. make a single layer of potatos, cover with a layer of the onions, then another layer of thinly sliced potatos, and repeat this until you are satisfied.
5. Add some chicken stock until it comes up about 1/3 of the way in whatever pan you've started making your tart.
6. Cover with aluminum foil, and back it at 350F for about 45 minutes.
7. Uncover it, and sprinkle a handful of goat cheese on top; place it back in the oven at 350 or 400F for another 30 minutes, until most of the stock has evaporated and the goat cheese is nice.
8. Let it cool for 20 minutes before cutting squares out of it.
sunday rustic short ribs
I woke up this morning thinking about cayenne and pomegranate. Here is my experiment with cayenne and pomegranate braised short ribs.
1. take a couple bone-in short ribs 
2. rub them with coarse salt, back pepper and cayenne
3. brown them on all sides in a tablespoon of olive oil 
4. remove them, and then soften some rough-chopped celery, carrot, and shallot in the same pan. 
The umami gets released as the miripoix cooks. 
5. deglaze with a cup of pinot noir or syrah
6. add a cup or so of good stock and pomegranate juice (I knew there had to be some use for POM), let these meld together 
7. add back the short ribs and some thyme, cover and simmer for a couple hours. 
8. remove the short ribs and strain the braising liquid; add a little more cayenne, then reduce this until there are just a couple tablespoons left
9. reheat the short ribs in the reduced braising liquid 
10. plate with some carbohydrate such as good bread or egg pasta
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11. Hot and sweet. Yummo.
proposed poems from The New Yorker
We will watch every John Waters film
We will read the Sunday Times every time
(I in this order:
week in review
Magazine
Sunday styles
Metro
Real estate
Arts and leisure)
I will try not to crash our volvo,
On our days off we'll laze on the chaise
Flopping gasto journal from my fingers
Two story wall of windows letting something in
Soapstone reverberating like the Getty,
Something needs to shore me up
Something needs to fight for me against all the
Metastatic cancer in the world
I will still be telling
That story of throwing up in the bathroom
Of honmura an
When I'm sixty four
After getting an ileus at yale.
In a dream I have
We will sit back somenight again
Like two figurines next to each other
At the formosa café
With all our friends about us
We will never let the atmosphere
Atomize us again like this,
We will walk our dog in the indifferent night
Petting some cats along the way
I will throw a cigarette into the street
And no pain or consfusion can fastforward our lives
In those kind of lonely nights
We will watch every john waters film.
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