December 31, 2005
petrichor

one of my very favorite things
is to wake up 2 minutes early
just before
just before my alarm goes off
and find that the light is barely grey
and the sound of rain is pattering on the roof
and to turn off the alarm
and roll over
and put my arm around russell
(his tummy is best)
with the kitty leaning against me
and purring
(because she's just realized I'm awake)
and lay still
and listen to the rain
and imagine the petrichor
when I finally get up
and just be

I wonder
how marvellous
the rain sounds on the roof
from your beautiful soft bed
and how you would sigh
when I shut off the alarm
and roll to you
for some extra cuddles
in the rain.


Nov 29, 2005

Posted by shock at 06:37 AM
December 30, 2005
smile lines

This afternoon, driving home from Noe fretting and sad, I stop at the 25th street light on Valencia in the Mission. (The light was red. I wasn't that fretful.)

An elderly Missionite, short, latino, tufty white hair, sunwrinkled and raisin'd full of laugh lines crosses the street in front of my car. I'm used to the small smile as people glance at the car and notice the checks on the roof, but I don't expect the full-face glow and grin that appears as he crosses in front of my car, and sees the plates. I can see where all the smile lines around his eyes and cheeks and chin come from. He SMILED, with everything he had, turned and gave me a thumbs up, and continued slowly across the street.

I know I'm still here because of the mirrored grin that filled my face and heart. It's the small things, even in the middle of the big hard ones. 'Tis.

Posted by shock at 01:20 PM
December 18, 2005
storm

The morning has been full of dark and grey and thunder and lightning and gusting wind.

I'm exhausted, and much of me hurts. But I am weary with the exhaustion of the righteous.

The candles are lit. We've had some coffee. Brunch is toast with tofu spread, Fatted Calf toulouse sossiges, and truffled eggs (scrambled soft with salt we brought back from Paris). I'm planning dinner for tonight with my Leckmans.

There is a blankie. And while I'm not getting much crossed off my to-do list, I'm enjoying the storm.

What are you doing with your stormy Sunday?

Posted by shock at 01:20 PM
December 16, 2005
only love can make it rain

'zines and music

Fog Horn
French 75

“Tuna Five”
Tataki, Zuke, Tartare, Bottarga and Mojama

“Lissa’s Staff Meal” Cuttlefish Noodles Tossed with Sea Urchin,
Quail Eggs, Wasabi and Soy Sauce

Japanese Egg Custard "Chawan Mushi"
with Maine Lobster, Sea Urchin and Mitsuba Sauce

Ravioli of Liberty Farm Duck with Confit Of Giblets,
Water Spinach and Chanterelles

Hot Chocolate and Churros

My dates with Heidi are full of bliss and beauty.

(Ame, if you must know.)

Posted by shock at 07:41 AM
December 12, 2005
intentions

Things I was supposed to do this weekend (in no particular order):
--Pay the bills
--Clean the house
--Enjoy Mo & P's chill day
--Go ballroom dancing
--Do some holiday shopping (I am trying to drown my inner grinch. Really.)
--Have a crab-tastic dinner with Beca
--Post a bunch of stuff to Gastronome
--Wine & drawing with Tammy
--Acquire holiday card ingredients
--Prototype fleur de sel caramels
--Make lots and lots of cookies
--Get a tree
--Convert Sunday Supper into the Tiniest Treetrimming

What I did:
--Watched a lot of Lost.
--Knitted.
--Made 3 pots of soup (turkey with noodles & garlic, ajiaco, and roasted carrot, if you must know.)
--Slept on Russell.

Clearly, AJ's blankie and Beca's clafouti are the big winners this weekend.

Posted by shock at 09:01 AM
December 07, 2005
status

My status messages are piling up in iChat - I was looking at them, and they amuse me. In the order in which the appear in my pulldown - which have you seen? Which can you ID?

coffee. now.
coffeebot? hyperdroid.
borogoze
civic duty
home, sick
brainnnsssss.....
received in bad shape at cupertino
QTMLGrabMutexButIfSomeoneTriesToKillUsGiveUpOnTheStupidMutexAndDie
11am and i need a drink already
gardening girl
BTU heaven
knittin'
grumpy mcmoodypants
want cookie
daddy's girl
let the bad packets out
devil is my sous chef
call me chef borogove
am coffee-knit
rewriting bastards as contenders, sight unseen
i won't be afraid
to be taken out of context
think you're evil but you're not
no act of grace
forty-two?
puts the 'cute' in charcuterie
i'm nobody's little gas station
pork: the other white verb!
no hay drama
a factor of lots
free of the digital leash
hat shaped hat
kinsey 3
fig fritter
i swallowed a bug
victim of jetlag
forpret
petrichor
bok bok
no capes
i need houndstooth tights
big ups to dj cho-beri-ba

Posted by shock at 07:33 PM
December 06, 2005
glow

there's a glow in my living room
(on mornings like this)
with the sun crisp and bright and cold
streaming gold and red through the curtains
bright but soft
(all at the same time)
and I am warmed
by the thought
that you are bright and soft
(all at the same time)
glowing
like the light in my living room
on a bright cold quiet morning
just a bit after the sun rises

Posted by shock at 08:15 AM
December 04, 2005
sous city

What I did yesterday:

Whipped cream. By hand.
Folded pastry cream into said whipped cream.
Admired butterhenge.
Marvelled at (and helped monitor) proto-buttercream.
Peeled shallots. (But not as many as last year.)
Sliced cukes and matchstick'd jicama.
Put together a lime vinaigrette.
Stuffed and 'picked 40 quails with Mark.
Assembled mise for dueling souffles with Mark. (Oh man, did Wm's mussel components smell good.)
Diced red onion.
Turned squash into gnocchi-sized diamonds.
Knife + basil = chiffonade.
Cleaned bags and bags of wild mushrooms with Mark.
Made hazelnut gastrique.
Made mustardy spaetzle with Derrick.
So. Many. Dishes.
Gougere dough.

Finished hazelnut buerre blanc. (All hail the mighty thermos.)
Seasoned & mounted soup with Derrick.
Dressed salad with Derrick.
Put together mussel souffle batter.
Whipped a billion egg whites.
Plated & served individual souffles, assemblyline-crazy-style. (Damn, Tom's kitchen runs smooth.)
Fired herb gnocchi with Derrick.
Grilled quail & smoked asparagus outside by flashlight.
Did I mention dishes?
Helped Derrick plate green beans.
Fired mustardey spaetzle.
Helped put together two clafoutis.

Smiled and laughed and ate & fed bites of tastiness and giggled at the paparazzi and celebrated the birthday of a dear friend with joy. Happy Birthday, Tom!

(I'm sure the menu and photos will be up later in the week.)
addendum: LeeAnn's photos are up.

Posted by shock at 10:03 AM
December 01, 2005
PSA

There are few things as good for a stressed meriko as dancing hard to good clean industrial music. (And I'm not talking about that shit the kids listen to now and call 'industrial', either. Even though that sentence totally brands me as the old man in the club.)

So. Affliction. Tonight. DNA lounge. The Russell will be dancing the meriko. Come join us?

Posted by shock at 09:24 AM