old3bob Posted Wednesday at 09:38 PM (edited) 28 minutes ago, Taomeow said: Julian used to be famous for its apple pie (still is but read on). But a while ago (2019?) when I was there the last time, I was half disappointed ordering a slice in a cafe, and then when I went to the bakery specializing in those pies to get a couple that someone asked me to bring, I spoke with the owner and she told me that they are not allowed anymore to buy (or get donations of) local apples from residents with orchards the way they used to. They now get buckets of pre-sliced apples from some corporation -- she showed me those plastic buckets with wilting pre-cut apples of some uninteresting variety or other. Oh. So that's why I was half disappointed -- I did seem to remember better Julian apple pies from a while before... Bummer on the lower quality apple pie replacement. Anyway I imagine you've been to Dudleys (on the way to Julian) for fresh bread? On a different subject I was in SD. during one of its several terrible fire seasons which was a super bad and sad for many homeowners! Edited Wednesday at 09:38 PM by old3bob Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Taomeow Posted Wednesday at 10:38 PM (edited) 2 hours ago, doc benway said: PS - I'm also fond of Saint-Emilion Gran Cru wines, along with Pomerol, my favorite of the Bordeaux's. I've become increasingly enamored of wines from eastern Washington state - cabernets and syrahs in particular. Although, truth be told I rarely drink anymore. My brother is visiting next week so it will be an alcohol heavy 10 days! Gotta start doing some preparation... I drink very little, but appreciate it when it's something good. Will have to check out the Washington state wines, it's terra incognita to me. As for relatives thwarting our modest drinking habits, I'm no stranger to that phenomenon. Las month I spent a few days with my brother- and sister-in-law and it's interesting that, while most people (to my knowledge) who don't have an abnormal relationship with alcohol tend to drink less as they get older, here I observed the opposite phenomenon -- they both drink way more than they used to in their younger years, and it's hard liquor too, and they start early in the day... and don't think twice about pouring a glass for their (adult) daughter to the brim -- first thing they do when she comes to visit. And since they all have different tastes in alcohol (gin, cognac, whisky respectively), the house is choke full of every variety. And of course you have to partake -- every bottle is advertised by its aficionado as something special that you simply have to try. I think I consumed way more alcohol in three days than I usually do in three months. Hang in there while your brother is visiting. Edited Wednesday at 10:41 PM by Taomeow 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Taomeow Posted 20 hours ago Made goulash with mashed potatoes for dinner. The boring part? It was yesterday and it's gone... so I'll have to cook something again tonight. But what? All I have left in the fridge is vegetables. Boring... 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Cobie Posted 19 hours ago (edited) 15 minutes ago, Taomeow said: … I have the same plates! Edited 19 hours ago by Cobie 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
forestofclarity Posted 19 hours ago Watched Oh God with John Denver and George Burns. I was pleasantly surprised at how light but also deep it was for a 1970's comedy about the doubt and the existence of God. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Nungali Posted 11 hours ago SALMON (3) I get up one morning and decide to have salmon on toast for breakfast . This time I am better prepared . I have been to the shops and got two tins of salmon. (Just in case something goes wrong .) I have been to the bakers and got a loaf of sliced toast bread . Also one new large pat of butter graced by bag . I look in the cupboard , yes there is salmon . I look in the tin, yes there is bread . I open the salmon and place it in a strainer to drain . I put 5 .. not 4 not 6 ... but 5 drops of lemon juice on it . (One for each corner and one in the middle ) I toast the bread and put the toast on the rack on top to stop it going soggy . I delicately sculpt some butter curls from the pat . The moment has arisen ! I butter the toast I mash the salmon on top with a fork spread it our even . I stand back to admire my handiwork . - something is missing . It seems ..... 'lacking' . I know ! It needs a sprig of parsley on top ! So I go outside and wander down to the veggie garden I pick the freshest , greenest, most glowing sprig of parsley that there is I take it back to the kitchen , only to find The cat has had it . 2 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
old3bob Posted 4 hours ago I read all of that last prose... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Taomeow Posted 2 hours ago 8 hours ago, Nungali said: SALMON (3) I get up one morning and decide to have salmon on toast for breakfast . This time I am better prepared . I have been to the shops and got two tins of salmon. (Just in case something goes wrong .) I have been to the bakers and got a loaf of sliced toast bread . Also one new large pat of butter graced by bag . I look in the cupboard , yes there is salmon . I look in the tin, yes there is bread . I open the salmon and place it in a strainer to drain . I put 5 .. not 4 not 6 ... but 5 drops of lemon juice on it . (One for each corner and one in the middle ) I toast the bread and put the toast on the rack on top to stop it going soggy . I delicately sculpt some butter curls from the pat . The moment has arisen ! I butter the toast I mash the salmon on top with a fork spread it our even . I stand back to admire my handiwork . - something is missing . It seems ..... 'lacking' . I know ! It needs a sprig of parsley on top ! So I go outside and wander down to the veggie garden I pick the freshest , greenest, most glowing sprig of parsley that there is I take it back to the kitchen , only to find The cat has had it . It's almost Chekhov. There's a classic short story of his about a guy who was waiting impatiently to be served blini (pancakes similar to crêpes) by his cook, full of anticipation, three kinds of vodka on the table waiting to help the blini along -- and then, when they arrived dripping with fresh butter, he grabbed the first one burning his fingers in his impatience, garnished it with smoked salmon and sour cream and caviar (at three rubles forty copecks a pound -- i.e. the expensive variety in his time, the kind that is $600 a pound today), wrapped everything into his blin (the singular of blini), smacked his lips and was about to take a bite and had a stroke. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
old3bob Posted 2 hours ago yes, the plans of mice and men go awry... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
