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In Pleasant Company: December 2010
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Saturday, December 25, 2010. Merry Christmas, everyone! Here's to laughing with the ones you love, new adventures, and enjoying the little things—like clementines. Sheesh, that was a lot of clementines. And I can honestly say that I am not tired of them. I had to buy a second, five pound bag to keep up with the countdown, and those will be gone by the end of the weekend. I am, however, tired of blogging about them. Here’s an idea, just eat them. They’re yummy! In a champagne cocktail. With pan de jamón.
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In Pleasant Company: November 2010
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Sunday, November 28, 2010. Because my parents know me so well (and because I am not a subtle hinter), they recently returned from three weeks in Italy with a bag full of cured meats, just for me. Nice work, parents. A dark, meaty, almost hamburgery salami; a darling little wild boar sausage; a hard fennel salami, to name a few. And a big hunk of Italian Speck. A happy companion of the many tasty root vegetables. And I end up with a pile of yummy greens. Greens with which to eat my speck. Much like the co...
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In Pleasant Company: April 2011
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Friday, April 22, 2011. 50 Miles to Coffee. No matter how you measure it, Texas is big. We spent 11 days tasting, smelling, exploring and getting dusty in the Lone Star State and we never left the little jut that makes up West Texas. I loved it. And I want to go back. As Rock Hudson declared to Elizabeth Taylor in the 1956 hit Giant. When you’re plunked down in the middle of wide-open Presidio County,. Of West Texas is overwhelming—filled with plants that haven’t seen a drop of rain. 50 Miles to Coffee.
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In Pleasant Company: July 2010
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Monday, July 26, 2010. I had been dreaming about the lavender apricot pickles from Poppy. Since Thursday night, and it was Sunday. There was no shaking them. I walked out of the house thinking, who do I know that has lavender in their yard? It seemed silly to buy lavender because it’s growing everywhere in Seattle right now, and I didn’t feel good about snatching it without permission (though I’ll admit, it did cross my mind.). Adapted from the Pickled Cauliflower recipe in Eugenia Bone’s. I get so much ...
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In Pleasant Company: Kale Campaign
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Monday, December 19, 2011. It’s like the ros é. Phenomenon. Ten years ago, many people I know (including myself) would have said they did not like ros é. Now, we’re all about it. We can be discerning within the category, we’re drinking ros é. In the winter, we like it with bubbles. Ten years ago I had only tried two or three glasses of ros é. And I didn't like them. I certainly wouldn’t consider chucking all red wine because of a bad glass, but my ros é. Or Susan Goin’s. While my kale campaign may not ha...
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In Pleasant Company: January 2012
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Thursday, January 5, 2012. There are many benefits to this level of sharing and connectedness, but I’d like to take a minute to pay homage to the other end of the spectrum: the infrequent periodical. For the purpose of this post, let’s call it somewhere between monthly and annually. This is a frequency that I love—dependable in its consistency, yet restrained enough to allow time to anticipate, and then appreciate once it arrives. And the latest darling, Lucky Peach. Posted by Pleasant Company. View my c...
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In Pleasant Company: May 2011
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Sunday, May 8, 2011. Earlier this week, I was giving a friend a tour of my home and it dawned on me that there should be a new stop:. The storage unit/meat curing room. My place. Is small, so usually it’s the living room/kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and patio. Depending on my guest’s interest, I can turn every piece of art into a full-saga, so if I want to draw out the tour, the art usually is where I do it. That seems to cover it. As part of my personal assignment of 12 months of preserving. Heat a sauté ...
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In Pleasant Company: February 2011
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Sunday, February 27, 2011. I remember singing a sweet sayonara when I left grad school. Though I had learned loads, and was endlessly grateful for the opportunity, there was still an inner voice that said somethig like, “F%#k you, homework. Never again.”. But now I am eating my inner words, and would like to issue a formal apology, “Sorry, homework, you’re not all that bad.”. That was the assignment I needed to make friends with my sewing machine and get exited again about creating. And 100 Push Ups.
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In Pleasant Company: December 2011
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Monday, December 19, 2011. It’s like the ros é. Phenomenon. Ten years ago, many people I know (including myself) would have said they did not like ros é. Now, we’re all about it. We can be discerning within the category, we’re drinking ros é. In the winter, we like it with bubbles. Ten years ago I had only tried two or three glasses of ros é. And I didn't like them. I certainly wouldn’t consider chucking all red wine because of a bad glass, but my ros é. Or Susan Goin’s. While my kale campaign may not ha...
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In Pleasant Company: Sorry, Homework.
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Sunday, February 27, 2011. I remember singing a sweet sayonara when I left grad school. Though I had learned loads, and was endlessly grateful for the opportunity, there was still an inner voice that said somethig like, “F%#k you, homework. Never again.”. But now I am eating my inner words, and would like to issue a formal apology, “Sorry, homework, you’re not all that bad.”. That was the assignment I needed to make friends with my sewing machine and get exited again about creating. And 100 Push Ups.
