He said:
Togetherness at the market, as my ever-traveling wife was actually in town today. The rain and chill kept the crowds at Hollygrove way down, but it just made us start thinking about winter comfort food. Great haul of stuff in the box, with a particular emphasis on fruits. Here’s what we got:
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She Said:
Ok, so as part of our He Said, She Said weekly lunch date, I mean research session, we headed for a quick option near my CBD office. We discussed several possibilities but this won not only because of ease of parking but also the idea that everybody and their mother wouldn’t be there, therefore providing for an efficient experience.
First, let me say that this did meet both of these two criteria. We were finished and back at my office in less than an hour- and that means something when considering quick lunch options. As I previously mentioned, we are not lawyers and therefore are unfortunately forced to have real jobs where we have to at least appear to carry somewhat regular hours, so from that perspective, this one fit the bill. FYI- for reader information (well the information of the two people that consistently read our posts): Eleven79 offers lunch service on Thursdays and Fridays only.
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He said:
We woke a bit late the day after the big dinner party. I have a feeling seven bottles of wine and some port might have had a bit to do with it. The bad news is that I woke feeling pretty much like hammered dog farts; the good news is that I was able to turn my skull-pounding lemons into lemonade with the spontaneous invention of Religious PTO.
Now, I certainly agree with Saint Augustine, or maybe it was Saint Thomas Aquinas, or whatever, that the spiritual is more important than the material. Yet, day after day I walk through the valley of the shadow otherwise known as “work” in order to accrue my miserable American pittance of a vacation. Somehow it occurred to my alcohol poisoned brain that this approach to the material must apply at least equally to the spiritual. Surely our unrelenting Catholic orthodoxy had earned us, yes, the religious version of Paid Time Off! The more I thought about it, the more appropriate it seemed: God will let us…no, God wants us to take time off, to stop and smell the roses as it were.
Posted in Breakfast, He Said, Restaurant, Reviews
He said:
Do you remember that scene in the first Indiana Jones movie when they finally find the Ark of the Covenant and the light is all streaming down and the Ark is just the coolest, most mesmerizing thing? Never mind, I don’t think that really conveys what I’m talking about. Guys, do you remember the scene in Fast Times at Ridgemont High where Phoebe Cates climbs out of the pool? Holy crap, what a life-changer that was. Yeah, that’s what tonight was a little bit like.
She Said:
He Said and I try to host at least one formal dinner party per year. Usually we pick a theme and often we invite guests to contribute to the festivities by choosing a dish that suits. This time however, we decided to go small and more intimate in nature. Instead of hosting 10+ people, we hosted two couples and decided to boss the entire meal. (we certainly have finite ideas about how to handle our dinner parties)
He said:
It’s always great when someone very effectively skewers you without even knowing it.
We love wine. Probably too much. Ok definitely too much. We have different Riedel stemware (not glasses, you Philistines, but stemware) for different varietals (a fancy word for grape). When we visit friends out of state, we buy wine, leave it at their house, and make them ship it to us later. The wine portion of our restaurant bill is always higher than the food portion. We have a decanter. Ok, we actually have two decanters. In summary, I suspect that there is a small chance we might be wine snobs.
I followed the track of a posting comment to the delightful Things Kevin Hates. Basically, this blog is nothing but rants about shit that drives Kevin nutso, like hipsters, bad Halloween costumes, poor clock management, and other things. How cool is that? I think Kevin and I could be best friends.
Here is his take on wine snobs: guilty as charged. Great writing, Kevin. Keep on hatin’ man, just keep on hatin’
Posted in He Said, Other blogs, Wine
He said:
Yeah, yeah, I know. We’ve been failing in our duty to the blog very badly, but hope remains. Life has just been so damn busy lately, but there are a number of post coming in the next couple of days, including the lowdown on the big dinner party, including notes on the menu and other surprises, reviews of Eleven79, Maximo’s, Panola Cafe (hangover breakfast), Venezia II, and Taqueria Corona. Also, a visit to Snug Harbor and the new version of the Spotted Cat, and even some thoughts on a new restaurant ranking system. Not to mention a review of Cork and Bottle’s “Judgement of Paris” tasting last week. And maybe even the return of the riveting week in food! I’m going to try to author as any of these posts as I can this week, so I can continue to kick my wife’s butt in the category cloud (she hates that) Inspiration comes in many forms.
I did make it to Hollygrove this weekend, and here’s what’s in the box:
Posted in Farmer's Markets, He Said
He said:
We’re trying to start a tradition of having lunch together once a week, schedules permitting. This new plan has not, however, gotten off to an auspicious start. Week one began with us walking out of August in frustration (I just don’t really like that place, but that’s a post for another day) and compromising with a hurried and uninspiring lunch at Cochon Butcher. Week two was a total loss due to my work schedule. On a related note, “working through lunch” is perhaps the most barbaric of American customs, and we are rightly ridiculed by Europeans for it. And so it was in the midst of the culinary drama of a potential third straight disappointing lunch week that we ventured in Lillette last Thursday. How glad we were that we did.
Posted in He Said, Lunch, Restaurant, Reviews
She said:
So my mama always made a great vegetable soup. I can remember the lots and lots of chopping that went into that soup and the fact that this was the only way I ate cabbage growing up. I never got the recipe before she died and I have only made it twice in my lifetime via a recipe of my aunt’s.
This week’s trip to Hollygrove Market brought us, among other things, cabbage, turnips and squash. I sat pondering on Sunday late morning (remember we did have a dinner party on Saturday hence Sunday early morning was altered by 3 ibuprofen and a quest for hangover food) what to do with the cabbage. I must admit I think I took the easy road with a soup recipe, but it all works out in the wash.
She said:
Today unfortunately on my usual day off I ended up working. But only as long as absolutely necessary. As soon as I could blow the joint, I ran home to find He Said glamorously cutting our grass. We are now in emergency mode preparing for the dinner party tomorrow night. He finished and we were starving with no food in the house. What to do, what to do…
Posted in Lunch, Restaurant, Reviews, She said
