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rinueFor my birthday, I got:
a wobble fox
lavender marshmallows
albums by Joni Mitchell and Atoms for Peace
a railway boardgame
lobster socks
Grant Morrison Superman comic
Scottland, PA
and A History of Food in 100 Recipes, which I recommend.
Ciro made me a hazelnut polenta cake and took me out for dinner at A Tavola.
This is a local locavore restaurant. I have a strong dislike of the locavore movement. I like technology and think it's absurd to say things like you believe in nature instead of science. Science feeds people and stops a lot of illness and malnutrition. I am suspicious of any movement that lets rich people feel even more smug and morally elevated about being able to buy rare objects. And I view as antifeminist any ethic which demands I spend significant time and attention gathering perishable food, then singlehandedly ensuring the safety of that food so my children don't die. (Women aren't neccessarily going to be the ones stuck doing it, even though they always have been? Give me a break.) Economies of scale, yo.
However, if you ignore the "locavore" aspect, which A Tavola is not in your face about, it makes sense that A Tavola would buy from local farms and serve a seasonal menu, because it's riffing on traditional Southern Italian recipes developed by people who would have been relying on tiny farms and the immediately seasonal. Much of this region didn't have access to things like refrigerators until a decade after World War II. Yes, seriously. People were living in caves. Yes, literally. Hence they use high-labor recipes that call for kitchen garden sorts of produce that could not be grown in quantity and do not ship well. A Tavola is essentially poor people food that is now expensive because of the increased value of both labor and land, executed very well in a non-pretentious setting (with good sound baffling, no less).
Anyway, it's a good restaurant and we like it. Small portions but that is because one is meant to order several courses. I had a pea, mint, and pickled mushroom soup; bread with a roast eggplant spread; pasta with rabbit and various vegetables; chamomile tea; and buttermilk panna cotta with wild blueberries.
The hieroglyphic gold and teal polyester kaftan from the 70s which I bought for myself with the intention of wearing it nearly every day in September? Thus far very successful, especially when paired with gold eyeshadow. My sister thinks I should stand on the balcony at sunset each day and raise my arms, for the benefit of passing crowds. I may make every September a single-garment month henceforth, in some combination of ceremony and vacation.
a wobble fox
lavender marshmallows
albums by Joni Mitchell and Atoms for Peace
a railway boardgame
lobster socks
Grant Morrison Superman comic
Scottland, PA
and A History of Food in 100 Recipes, which I recommend.
Ciro made me a hazelnut polenta cake and took me out for dinner at A Tavola.
This is a local locavore restaurant. I have a strong dislike of the locavore movement. I like technology and think it's absurd to say things like you believe in nature instead of science. Science feeds people and stops a lot of illness and malnutrition. I am suspicious of any movement that lets rich people feel even more smug and morally elevated about being able to buy rare objects. And I view as antifeminist any ethic which demands I spend significant time and attention gathering perishable food, then singlehandedly ensuring the safety of that food so my children don't die. (Women aren't neccessarily going to be the ones stuck doing it, even though they always have been? Give me a break.) Economies of scale, yo.
However, if you ignore the "locavore" aspect, which A Tavola is not in your face about, it makes sense that A Tavola would buy from local farms and serve a seasonal menu, because it's riffing on traditional Southern Italian recipes developed by people who would have been relying on tiny farms and the immediately seasonal. Much of this region didn't have access to things like refrigerators until a decade after World War II. Yes, seriously. People were living in caves. Yes, literally. Hence they use high-labor recipes that call for kitchen garden sorts of produce that could not be grown in quantity and do not ship well. A Tavola is essentially poor people food that is now expensive because of the increased value of both labor and land, executed very well in a non-pretentious setting (with good sound baffling, no less).
Anyway, it's a good restaurant and we like it. Small portions but that is because one is meant to order several courses. I had a pea, mint, and pickled mushroom soup; bread with a roast eggplant spread; pasta with rabbit and various vegetables; chamomile tea; and buttermilk panna cotta with wild blueberries.
The hieroglyphic gold and teal polyester kaftan from the 70s which I bought for myself with the intention of wearing it nearly every day in September? Thus far very successful, especially when paired with gold eyeshadow. My sister thinks I should stand on the balcony at sunset each day and raise my arms, for the benefit of passing crowds. I may make every September a single-garment month henceforth, in some combination of ceremony and vacation.
